The Float by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

“I’ll kill him!”  Lauren raised her head from her book, “I take it you’ve just found out that your football captain is no longer ‘yours’ and has asked Jessica of the 38Ds to be his partner at the prom?”  “Not only that but I hear Big Boobs is to be their centre piece in the parade, on a float dragged by the entire football team dressed as cavemen hauling it on ropes over their shoulders.  I swear I’ll pay him out, I want his guts for garters, revenge big time on the entire football team money no object.”

“Well, we could run a float and steal their limelight.”  “You mean half a dozen girls jiving around on the back of a truck?  No way I want something really original.”  “So get your uncle to talk to Anne, you know a mix of his money and her brains will definitely come up with something.”  “You mean be pleasant to him, I suppose it’s worth it.”  “Considering he dotes on you you could be kinder.”

Erin, Ralph’s secretary, leapt up from his lap and dashed to the far side of the office pulling her skirt down as she did so.  Ralph didn’t even have time to tuck himself back inside and pull his zip up before the door burst open.  “Hi Uncle Ralph, Charlotte said you were in conference with your admin assistant and had left strict instructions you weren’t to be disturbed but I knew that wouldn’t apply to me when I had something really important to ask you.”   His niece could be a pain in the neck sometimes but he was fond of her and as long as she hadn’t found out how he’d manipulated the football team captain into Jessica’s boobs or how much effort his secretary’s sister had put into teaching Jessica how to boost his ego by having a big O every time he entered her he was safe.  It had taken three months of sitting her on the machine for an hour a day to get her to the point where she could orgasm so easily, and his secretary’s sister had even used her own boyfriend to teach Jessica how to give the best blowjobs around.  At least he’d succeeded where his sister had failed.  Forbidding his niece to see the guy was asking for trouble.

“What can I do for you?”  “The jerk’s dropped me and I want to pay him out.  So could you talk to the prof for me and see what she comes up with?”  He looked puzzled “Anne as in A+ Anne her schemes are always the best.”  “Couldn’t you ask her yourself?”  “She thinks I’m frivolous, besides you can bribe her.  You will thanks.” She started to come round the desk towards him to give him a hug and a kiss when his quick thinking secretary caught her attention by complementing her on her new designer jeans and having diverted her bustled her out the door before any embarrassing scenes could occur.

Ralph really appreciated his married secretary, she’d been hired in as a temp until one day he’d reached across to gain her attention and unthinking touched her butt.  She’d wiggled it round under his hand and exclaimed “Oh I like it.  Do it again.” Looking over her shoulder and smiling at him.  It was the first time he’d really noticed her.

Later when she’d arrived in his office he’d apologised for touching her so intimately.  She’d looked at him then curled up in his lap and stroked his cheek.  “This is intimate.”  She’d taken his hand and slid it under her skirt and across her thin knickers.  “You could just run your finger lightly round in circles over my clit, now that might be considered intimate.”

He wasn’t stupid so asked what she was after.  “Well we’d like to buy a house we’ve seen but we can’t afford it as my husband’s a self employed graphic artist so they won’t count much of his income.  Now if I had a permanent job then they count my salary as well and we wouldn’t need to live with my in-laws, much as I love them.”  “What would your husband say?”  “Leave him to me, he’s already fantasised with the idea of me having to sleep with the boss to keep my job, it’s just one tiny step further plus we both get something out of it.”  She’d given him a kiss on the lips and left him to think things over.

He’d drifted down to the graphics section and spoken to Charlene.  “I want to cut costs so go and see this guy and offer him a five year contract at 90% of his normal posted rate but he gets to choose when he wants to work for us.  If we haven’t any work available then tell he still gets paid 90% of his normal daily rate.  I’ll leave it to you to make certain we have things to feed him.”

His secretary had been most appreciative of her husband’s new contract and her new permanent status.  He still remembered the first day she’d suggested he might like to telework from home and she’d join him.  She’d brought over a tiny sky blue baby doll nightdress that barely covered the essentials and hadn’t even covered them for long.  That had been the start of her extensive lingerie collection that now filled the closet of his spare room, all down on the company books as protective clothing.

He approached her in the library “I’m Stephanie’s uncle Ralph and I’d like to chat if you can spare a moment or two?”  She’d looked at him suspiciously.  “Why?”  “I merely wish to bribe and corrupt you.”  She’d grinned “Shall we talk outside in the park over a chocolate éclair from next door?”

He’d brought four in a box that lay between them.  She’d quickly demolished two.  “So what has little Miss Perfect done now that needs her Uncle’s magic wallet to be put right?  Not Jessica and the prom after all your efforts?”  She hazarded in a disconcerting manner picking up a third éclair.  Ralph was shaken he could have sworn no one knew.  “How did you find out?”  “Don’t worry your secret is safe, no one else has guessed but Jessica would have had to have been coached by someone to get into the football captains jeans plus I saw her going into a very exclusive dress shop for her prom dress accompanied by a well dressed secretary and Jessica first doesn’t have enough money, second she doesn’t know any well dressed secretaries and finally it wouldn’t be on her radar.”

“Little Miss Perfect is still my niece and underneath she’s a good kid.  To get her free of the football moron I’d be happy to spend a reasonable sum.  The last thing I want is for the moron to get his hands on her money.”  He told her the amount in her trust fund which raised Anne’s eyebrows.  “Anyway she’s seen the light and now wants to upstage the footballer’s float in the parade especially since Jessica will be the star attraction.”  “And whose idea was it to talk to me?”  “Little Miss Perfect herself, she has good instincts from time to time.”  “So basically find her a new respectable prom partner so close to the prom that everyone has been fixed up already, manipulate the parade to diminish the footballers’ impact, plus upstage the footballers float with something that will be talked about for years afterwards?  Don’t want much do you?”  Ralph shrugged.  “And the bribe?”  He could tell she was about to thank him for the éclairs and send him on his way desperately he came out with “I thought an offer of a six year photocopier operator apprenticeship?”   She looked at him “I didn’t know you needed a six year apprenticeship to make photocopies.  What on earth would I do for six years?”  “I’ve no idea I thought you could pick out your own courses something along the lines of say a physics undergrad degree course.  We’ll pay the expenses and a small salary; you get to pick out the courses and the university.”

She swallowed hard.  “You know I always thought I couldn’t be bribed.  You have a deal, but I’ll need major bucks to put everything together for the parade and a few bursaries to sweeten people with.  The museum will need a fairly steep donation it could come to more than a hundred grand.”  “She gets a respectable partner that I’d approve of for the prom?”  “For this sort of money I’ll arrange for my own date to ask her instead.”  “Here’s my card just email a list of what you want or send the invoices into my secretary.”  “I’ll get Jeff to come round to her home this evening about six to ask her to the prom.  You’ll make sure she accepts?”  She scribbled Jeff’s full name and address on a bit of paper and handed it across.  “You’ll probably want to do a background check, if you do please respect his privacy and don’t let anyone else know what you find out.”  Ralph acquiesced and left to hand over everything to his very capable admin assistant.

Anne had no illusions about why Jeff, her lab partner, had asked her to the prom and although she’d preferred Philip she wasn’t the sort to wear her heart on her sleeve.  He thought she was safe and if he couldn’t escort his hearts delight then he’d escort Anne.  Thinking it was better done in person she dropped by his home.  “Princess Stephanie hasn’t an escort to the prom so as a personal favour to me could you go and offer to escort her?”  Jeff looked at her hard, she was the only person who had divined his feelings for Stephanie.  “Dropped her has he.  I’d rather not offer than be rejected, it would be much too painful.”  “If I promise you you won’t be rejected will you do it for me?”  “What about you?  Where will you find another partner this late?”  “I’ll be fine, John will suit me very well for one evening and since all the limos will have been booked up months ago will you let me arrange your transport?”  He nodded reluctantly.  She’d thought about the infuriating Philip but the trouble with extreme introverts was they weren’t the sort of person that asked you out to the prom, or even went to the prom come to that.  She was a bit worried about Philip, he’d stopped bringing lunches in so she’d started bringing a little more than she could eat and quietly sharing it with him. 

She ticked off the first task off her list.  Next was the museum curator.  She worked there part time and knew he’d been offered first refusal on a landau carriage for a very reasonable price if he could raise the funds and after a very satisfactory conversation she sent the first request for a donation to Ralph’s secretary.

Courtney, the nine year old she baby sat from time to time was next on the list.  Courtney she was sure would be thrilled to be involved with her plans.

Courtney knocked on the door, trying desperately to remember her lines.  “Some of my friends and I would like to ride our trikes in the parade.” She said holding out the fifty dollar entrance fee in five dollar notes and a few coins in her hand.  “It’s to mark the importance of mathematics, did I say that right?”  At the nod she went on “We’ve got a trailer and everything to pull but I don’t think we’ll be very fast when we pull it, so could we go on the end please?”  She carried the endorsed entry form back to Anne very proudly.  “I got it Anne, I got it.”

Anne sighed a sigh of relief with Jeff sorted out and the all important entry for the parade done the rest was plain sailing well almost.  She knew if she could get an element of surprise for the parade the impact would be much greater so it was important to be discreet.

Next day she caught John on the way home.  “John I’ve got some shopping to pick up would you mind giving me a hand?”  John didn’t mind, he liked Anne she didn’t tease him like some of the others did because he was a bit slow. No doubt it was something heavy to carry and he was good at that.  He nodded his agreement and was surprised when the first shop they entered was a gentleman’s outfitters.  She turned to the assistant “Could you help him try on this tuxedo please.”  “Certainly Madom.”  The unquestioning John was led away to try on the expensive tuxedo.  When he came out she held up bow ties to his shirt along with a snippet of material from her dress until she finally found the match she was looking for.  John was puzzled.  “Why are you fussing with the colour?”  “Well I want to make sure that my dress and your bow tie will go together at the prom.”  “Are we going to the prom together?”  “Only if you ask me.”  He thought about it for a minute or two and Anne held her breath.  “Would you really like to go to the prom with me?”  She kissed him on the cheek “I thought you’d never ask, of course I’d like to go to the prom with you.”  John turned red and looked very proud.  “I’m not certain I can afford a tux.” He whispered, “It’s curtsey of Invec Industries so don’t worry about the cost.” She whispered back.

They returned to his parent’s town home where on hearing John was escorting her to the prom his mother insisted that she had her tea with them.  “Well I must say your inviting him to be your prom date has certainly cheered him up.”  His father said as he passed her a tea cup.  “Oh no, I didn’t invite him at all, he invited me.  I couldn’t possibly be so forward.”  His father looked at John who nodded, “There’s hope for the lad yet.”  Later sat in the garden she reassured his mother that it was just a prom date and she’d be off to university at the end of summer so there would be no danger to John’s heart.  When she took her leave she asked was the sensible thing to do to borrow her mother’s car but John looked stubborn and mysteriously said no he’d arrange a stretch limo, looking at his dad.

“How’s the Princess project ?”  “Well I don’t know about a Prince but she’s ordered five fairly expensive American tadpoles and a very expensive Australian tadpole so far.  I wonder how long it will take for them to turn into frogs for the princess to kiss?”  She mused.  “Plus the Landau or rather for a donation to the local museum so it can purchase the Landau, I suppose that’s for the parade.  I gave the dress designer we used for Jessica’s prom dress the go ahead for two dozen outfits I assume for the parade and finally I’ve paid an invoice from Tony’s trailers for a special custom cycle trailer and a child’s upright pink trike.”  Ralph shrugged his shoulders “Well we’re trusting the Princess’s instinct here but see if you can discreetly find out about her entry for the parade.  I must say I was surprised by Jeff, running a family farm must be more profitable than I’ve thought.”

Anne was chasing round trying to find a team of four matching horses.  Eventually she was reduced to going round riding schools with a colour chart and comparing their colours.  Eventually thought she came up with a matching team though two hadn’t been used to pull a carriage before in a team.  She left the economics of borrowing the horses to Ralph’s secretary and the museum curator whom she suspected had more experience in this sort of thing.

She looked down her list again.  Six girls with good legs, four of them super fit, she’d had an idea in the back of her mind.  “Hi guys mind if I join you?”  “Only if you let us in on what’s happening.”  Anne tried her innocent look.  “Come off it, Princess Stephanie isn’t going to the ball with Prince Charming Footballer but she doesn’t even look pissed.  You’re up to something and if it’s anything to do with the football team we want in.”  “Language my dears, if you promise not to tell or whisper to a sole, including younger sisters you too can become objects of male attention.  Did I mention I just happen to have heard of half a dozen small bursaries for the course and university of your choice of the details of which will be given to you in due time.”  “I just knew it, she really is up to something big time.”  “Basically the idea is to upstage Jessica and the boys in the parade.  I thought we might use pedal power with a light trailer for the float.”  “We can’t match Jessica in the boob department but we can do it in the leg department.”  Anne nodded, “I’d thought about using ‘Money for Maths’ as the charity since I happen to know it’s the Chairwomen’s favourite charity so as long as we can rake in the money we can get away with practically anything.”  “Classic indecent school girl outfits with Princess Stephanie on the float getting her sums wrong you mean?”  “Now that’s an idea, are you in?  I have access to some even smaller bursaries for collectors.”  “Well the Netball team had problems playing away matches because the football team had used up all the travel funds, they’d be discreet, if not positively itching for revenge.”  Danielle held up a sketch that she’d made of a suitable indecent school girl outfit.  “I was hoping you would have some ideas.  Now here’s the address of the dress store that will make the outfits up.  Perhaps you could discuss the design with them?  The outfits are being paid for of course.”  “Underwear as well since we’ll probably be flashing it?”  Danielle thought a black and silver chequered design would flash well.  “Sounds good to me, we might as well get some reasonable underwear out of this if nothing else.  I think the element of surprise will work in our favour so spread the word very discreetly quietly to the netball team and let me know how many are in and don’t let anyone else know about the pedalling part outside of the five of us.”

“Well I’ve looked through the entries and I see that the Landau has been entered by the museum.  Would you like me to arrange for it to be the second float after the football team for the most impact?”  Ralph’s secretary was being her efficient self.  Anne thought for a moment, “Could you arrange it to be directly in front and perhaps the Allotment Association directly behind the football float?  I feel they might have difficulty following it.”

“We’re so impressed by all the effort you are putting into the parade that we thought we’d like to give a helping hand.  I’ve spoken to our catering staff and they are confident they can easily accommodate two hundred for a dinner afterwards if you’d just like to contact them with the details.  I think you’ll be pleased with the food, no charge of course plus we’ll take fifty tickets at shall we say $50 a head?”  “That’s very generous of you, we’d thought about a dinner before but the effort of getting it all organised seemed too much.”  The Chairwomen and Ralph’s secretary exchanged smiles.  “Perhaps I could just have at look at the list of floats?”  The Chairwomen pulled out the list, and after suggesting a couple of small changes to the order Ralph’s secretary left to report back.

Anne put the phone down, the Allotment Association would be delighted to sign up two new members who were willing to push wheel borrows alongside their float.  A request for two wheelbarrows, two stainless steel spades and two pairs of wellington boots were sent off by email.

“You don’t think she’s flipped do you?  I mean to say going in front of the footballers, tadpoles and wheelbarrows it doesn’t seem to add up.”  “I was passing the modiste’s store yesterday and had a look at the costumes.  They looked more very indecent school girl than period for the carriage and definitely had an air of they could upstage any football team.  I think we’ll let her run a little longer.  The only thing that worries me at the moment is what Stephanie’s reaction to no top of the line limo on prom night.”  “I spoke to Anne and asked if she’d overlooked it and was assured no she hadn’t.  She looked mysterious and said a pumpkin had been arranged.”   “I’d better be on hand then, if need be I can run them there in the Lexus.”

Anne talked to Danielle about designs for the float, and suitable banners, Danielle threw together a few design suggestions and samples on her computer saying that the resulting banners could be easily printed at the local Staples.  Anne even allowed Courtney her input, since the float was officially in her name.  She thought they ought to have more pink in them.  She even found time to talk to Mrs. Springer about Universities and which would be the best to go to if money was no object.  “Oh and which one is Philip thinking about?”  She asked casually.  “Well I shouldn’t be telling you this but when I spoke to him he said that with both his parents working at the same company which went under in the recession when he did the sums he thought it would be too expensive.”  “Just in case his fairy godmother waves her magic wand if I forge his signature on this application could you arrange for his scores to be mailed off with it?”  “You mean if I found two completed applications on my desk could I arrange for them to be submitted along with the relevant grades?”  “Oops I must have mixed up my words again.”

“Erin, you couldn’t arrange some work for Philips parents could you quietly?”   “What qualifications do they have?”  “I’m not certain, here’s their names and address.”  “Well I have a budget for an office move that needs organising, I could hire them to do that at just above minimum wage I suppose and then we might sort something out if they work out.  Leave it with me.”

Anne stepped into her dress and let her mother pull the zip up.  “You haven’t told me much about your escort tonight other than Jeff is now taking Stephanie.”  She probed gently “Don’t worry mother, it’s not a heavy date or anything, it’s just John.”  “What the dunce of the class?”  “Yes but he cleans up well and looks the part which is all I’m asking of him.”  “It doesn’t seem right to me, you could have done far better.”  “It’s not for life, it’s just the prom and I’ll be leaving soon for university.”  “We were going to talk to you about that, about how much cheaper it would be if you lived at home and went to the local college.  We could help you out a bit that way you know but I don’t think we can afford too much if you’re away from home.”  Anne reached up and hugged her mother as they both had a good cry.  “If everything works out as I think it will I’ll be fine but thanks for the thought.”  They both started when her dad called up the stairs laughing, “I think your stretch limo is here.”  They looked at each other then dashed to the front bedroom, outside was a gleaming articulated bus with Anne’s Limo on the front display.  Mother and daughter rocked with laughter.  “You realise the neighbours will talk about this for years.”  “See now I’ll have to go off to University to avoid the gossip, don’t worry mom I’ll be fine.”

As John rang the bell Anne rushed down stairs to greet him.  “Do you like it?”  He asked proudly  “It’ll be the longest one there tonight that’s for certain.”  Anne gave him a quick kiss on the cheek after calling out bye to her parents they walked through the open bus door.  John’s dad was driving, “It’s brand new today, John thought if we put a couple of reclining armchairs in the wheel chair spaces it would be quite comfortable.”  “And no awkward exits from the back door of a limo either, I can step straight out in my long skirt.  It’s absolutely perfect, and I’m certain it will cause quite a stir.” she returned.

Anne and John made a grand entrance as they exited the bus.  As it pulled away the next Limo was carrying Jessica and Stephanie’s old boyfriend.  Jessica looked quite put out when she realised people were still talking about Anne’s arrival and not paying her the attention she felt she deserved.  In fact, she turned and saw a carriage and four pull into place behind them.  Who on earth had arranged that, curiosity held her transfixed until she realised it was Stephanie and Jeff.  Miffed she dragged her partner inside.

Stephanie thought she was dreaming when Jeff had turned up with the gleaming horse drawn landau.  It was pleasant to converse with him as well, especially as he seemed interested in her opinions.  Perhaps she’d underestimated him after all.

Inside the theme was historical, a string quartet played music from the 18th century and the dancers were required to dance with partners in sets, some square dancing and some in long ways sets.  Anne glanced around as she danced with John, who was remarkably light on his feet.  Philip as expected wasn’t there but Kelsey was looking wistfully at the dancing, her escort had drifted to the male end of the dance floor.  She nudged John and whispered to him to ask Kelsey to dance as she’d seen some friends to catch up on.  John obediently led a delighted Kelsey out as Amy approached.  “Do you have a deep interest in him?”  She asked cautiously.  “No not at all, I’m just using him as a convenient last minute date.  He does clean up well though doesn’t he, plus he’s light on his feet.”  “His size would be useful on the farm and lots of women earn more than their husbands these days don’t they plus I wouldn’t have to worry about him straying would I?”  Amy seemed to be talking to herself rather than Anne and looking after her escort in disgust who happened to be part of the cluster around a rather over made up blonde who was spilling out of her dress. 

The two of them stood watching John and Kelsey on the dance floor until John returned.  When he saw Amy next to Anne he went a little pink faced, this inspired Anne to try her hand at match making “I think you two ought to take the dance floor together, I’m off to cajole our illustrious science teacher into standing up for a set with me.”   Anne had a number of dances including one or two more with John but it seemed to her that John and Amy spent more time dancing together than apart.  She chatted to Stephanie and Jeff who were looking happy with each other and generally circulated.  In fact when she saw Jessica looking a bit down since her football captain was off talking to his friends she even took time out to compliment her on her dress and hair and gave her some advice on how to integrate herself with the football team.  After all her hard work the last thing she needed was Jessica and Tony to break up leaving the possibility of a Stephanie and Tony reunion.

At the end of the dance it appeared that Amy’s escort had gone for a beer abandoning Amy so Anne suggested that they dropped Amy off on the way home.  “Well if it’s not too much of a squeeze?” not having been present at Anne and John’s arrival.  John looked surprised “Well it might be a bit of one but I think we can fit you in.” He looked as if he might say something more but Anne’s quick glance stopped him.  “Why not come and judge for yourself, you might not want to crush your dress after all.”  Amy looked intrigued by the way Anne had said it so after collecting her wrap she joined the others outside.  “Fortunately John thought he’d go for the longest limo tonight so there’s probably just about enough room.”  Amy closed her eyes and John looked anxiously in her direction.  “It’s fine John, I just wasn’t expecting something quite so so large.  I think I’ll just be able to manage without crushing my dress after all.”  John relaxed, until he stepped into the bus when his dad tweaked him about starting a harem.  “Ignore him.” Commanded Anne, “When some men get to a certain age they start getting some odd ideas.”  “But he’s my dad.”  “All the more reason to ignore him, parents should be seen but not heard.”  Anne smiled to soften her words.  “Why don’t you go and sit down in one of the arm chairs then Amy can sit on your lap.”  Amy looked round at all the empty seats before taking John’s hand and leading him over to one of the reclining arm chairs.  “After all you did say it might be a bit of a squeeze.”

Anne stayed at the front chatting to John’s dad “I think if you drop me off home first then the lovebirds can have a few moments longer together.”  “Lovebirds?”  “In Amy’s own words he cleans up well and his size would be no disadvantage round the farm.  She’s an only child so it might work out quite nicely for John.”  “Well I didn’t expect so much from this evening, the wife and I talked it through and we’d been quite happy just to see a smile on his face over the prom.  Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you in return.”  “I might even take you up on that for the parade.”  “I’m not certain I’ll be able to lay my hands on a new bus again.”  “No nothing like that but if you could rustle up a few people to seed my collection boxes, money supplied I’d be grateful.” Another email was sent asking for seed money.

It was barely a week before the parade when a delivery truck rolled up outside Anne’s house.  She supervised the transfer of the boxes to her parent’s double garage before calling Jeff and Danielle over to help assemble all the bits.  She and Jeff mounted the tandem with the trailer hitched on behind and slowly cycled away from the curb.  It was an effort to get started but not so bad once it was moving.   “If we could tie a basket on a pole at the back then the basket ball team could jump around in short skirts most of the time but be on hand to give the trailer a push to get it started or going uphill.”  Jeff closed his eyes as his imagination kicked in.  Anne laughed at his erection, “Well if just the idea of them jumping up and down does that to you wait until you see the float in its full glory.”  Danielle looked at the seats on the tandem and took her tape measure out.  “I’m sure Dad could run up a sort of light weight frame that will rest on the seats then we can hang the banners from them.”  “Will he mind?”  “It’ll give him an excuse to play with his tools in the garage.  His view is it’s cheaper to buy the wood and make things than go to IKEA.  Mind you if you add in the cost of his tools it would be cheaper to buy me a car to drive to IKEA to buy a set of book shelves, but it keeps him happy.  Why not say bye to Jeff, put on your new silk tunic top then we can cycle over with the trailer as well.  In fact he might even be inspired to arrange something on the others as well if we load one on the trailer.”

As they dismounted from the tandem, Danielle suggested “Now we may have to tease him a little so why don’t you take off your bra and jeans before we ask him.”  “Why me?”  “Because divorced daddies who haven’t had any for a while are very easily teased, besides which he gets up tight if I wear anything too suggestive.”  Anne faced the back garage wall and slipped off her bra, she was just folding her jeans up when she heard voices from the kitchen.  “I’m too busy right now to do anything.”  “Well you could just have a look to see how complicated it would be.”  Danielle weaselled and followed by a protesting dad came into the garage.  “Hi I wondered about something about this height?” Anne turned her back and stretched up with her hands to indicate where she’d like the banner to be above the trailer exposing the top of her thong below her silk mini tunic dress at the same time “Would be difficult to do?  I’d be willing to help.”  She followed up in her best helpless little girl voice meanwhile Danielle indicated thumbs up behind her dad.  “I’d best see what I have to hand hadn’t I?”  Danielle’s dad said with a resigned sigh turning his back on the girls for a few moments as he lifted down lengths of wood from the rack.  Anne tweaked her nipples to make them stand out a bit before stepping across to him and accidently brushing his arm with her breasts as she looked inquisitively at the wood he was pulling out.  Helpfully Danielle came up with a tape measure on his other side.

Soon the trailer had a sort of canopy roof frame that Danielle could suspend her banners from.  The tandem was more difficult to arrange but the seat supports soon had a tube extension fitted which would support yet another banner.   They made five sets of frames for the remaining tadpoles based on the one on the one they had brought on the trailer.

Anne held bits of wood up far more often than was strictly necessary for as she discussed it with Danielle that night over a bottle of wine in Danielle’s room it wasn’t every day that you got that sort of attention and a real sense of power because he daren’t take things further.  Besides it seemed to inspire Danielle’s dad not to give up but find solutions for all the banners. 

“Well let’s face it the fact that you’re a closet exhibitionist who gets off flashing dirty old men helps as well.”  Danielle looked more closely “You really did didn’t you, you really got turned on by it, you naughty girl.”  She laughed then became more serious “Have you ever wondered what it feels like to a boy to caress a girl’s boobs?”  Anne looked at the half full bottle of wine then at Danielle before picking up her mobile.  “Why not, best let mom know we’re having a sleep over.”  Danielle reached over and buried her head between Anne’s thighs as Anne struggled to keep a straight face whilst talking to her mom.  “Hey that wasn’t fair.”  Danielle kissed her firmly on the lips.  “Better?”  “Different, sort of softer lips and not quite so fierce.”  “I’ll fondle your boobs if you’ll fondle mine.”  Anne took another sip of wine before reaching out and unbuttoning Danielle’s blouse, Danielle just ran her fingers over Anne silk covered hardening nipple before cupping her breast.  “My God I’d never realised just how much underwire, and foam guys have to penetrate to actually reach a boob.  Danielle does your dad even realise you own a front opening bra?”  Anne flipped the clasp and exposed Danielle’s breasts.  “Are you kidding, he flipped his lid when I brought a black bra, until I pointed out to him that it showed up less than a white one would under a dark sweater.  Dads are just so old fashioned.”  Anne brushed a bra cup aside and suckled on Danielle’s left nipple.  “All right, why don’t they give guys lessons on how to do that?”  Anne came up for air and peeled back Danielle’s blouse and bra stroking her shoulders as she did so.  They exchanged looks before Anne undid Danielle’s belt and slowly unzipped her skin tight shorts.  “How did you ever get him to allow you to wear these?”  She asked as she pealed them off slowly.  “Oh he’s torn between not increasing my dress allowance and seeing me in what he thinks are my old shorts that I’ve just out grown a little, either way I win.”  Danielle pulled Anne’s knickers down and rubbed her finger lightly over the tops of her thighs.  “You are a wicked girl aren’t you?” Murmured Anne referring to both.  “Well I do try, now it’s time to stop talking and get down to some serious eating.  First one to give the other a big O gets first dibs at the pot of luxury chocolate ice cream sitting in the freezer.”

The next morning Danielle rooted in one of her drawers before throwing a baby doll at Anne, “Go on give him a treat, wake him up with a kiss on his forehead and a coffee.”  Anne held up the flimsy garment as Danielle threw her the pair of matching sheer lacy panties.  “You don’t think he’ll have a heart attack do you, or even drag me down onto the bed?”  “Not if you’re fast enough, he doesn’t wake up too early on Sundays anyway.”

“Good morning Mr. Sinclair.”  Anne placed the mug of coffee by the bed and bent over to give him a quick peck on his forehead.  “Am I dreaming?”  Anne stepped out of the panties and tossed them to him.  “Of course you are, sweet dreams.”  She turned her back on him and scurried back to the safety of Danielle’s bedroom.  “He asked if he was dreaming so I left him the panties to show him he wasn’t.”  The two girls started to giggle before having mild hysterics.  “I’d better get rid of him before he gets to many ideas, Sunday is golf day.   I’ll just remind him he’s due to tee off in twenty minutes.”  Danielle scurried out the door.

The next day Stephanie joined them so they could give her a briefing on what they planned.  She was totally enthusiastic and agreed to play the part of the school girl doing her sums on the black board with Anne dressed up as the professor.  They were wondering about how to sneak everything into the parade at the last minute when Stephanie came up with the solution.  “Just give Courtney a mobile and get her to call the moment the football float pulls away then my dad’s gardening company could pull in with everything on a low loading trailer they used for the lawn mowers to cut my dad’s grass.”

Courtney sat proudly her shorts and tee shirt with a big pink Σ on the front.  Anne had told her it was a mysterious mathematical symbol.  She was nervous, she’d fed the horses the whole bag of apples as instructed.  She thought the horse and carriage looked very grand.  All the coach work and the horses’ brasses sparkled in the sun.  The marshals had assembled all the floats in the parade and she was now sat on her upright trike waiting for them all to move off.  “No I’m fine, I’m certain my friends will turn up in a minute or two.  We’re on the end anyway. They probably haven’t got their school bags or something.”  She waited until the footballers float had disappeared and dialled the preset number.  “OK guys you can come in now.”  A powerful Dodge Ram 5500 4x4 pickup truck rolled up towing a long low flatbed trailer loaded with lightweight tadpole-design recumbent tricycles on the back.  The pins were dropped and the trikes rolled off.  Courtney exchanged her boring old upright trike for her special pink child’s recumbent tricycle and rolled into position in front of the tandem and trailer.

Inside the camper and two Invec Industries vans the girls prepared to descend in their abbreviated school girl outfits when Anne stopped them and handed out sets of plastic ben-wa balls and lubricant.  “Pop them in, I’m assured that their effect will make you look even more alluring.”  She turned to Stephanie “Here’s something slightly different for you and me since we are on the float.”  She handed her a vibrating bullet and a bottle of lubricant before inserting one in herself.  Stephanie’s mobile buzzed, it was Jeff.  “Oh MyGod No!”  she grinned wildly and listened once more before repeating the tale to Anne and the others.  “One of the Landau’s horses has deposited a load of manure on the road, which had set a second horse off, directly in front of the footballer’s float.  One caveman has slipped in the manure whilst two others had stopped but the momentum of the float had pushed them over.  One seems to have fallen twisting his ankle, another has grazed himself but the first aider is insisting he goes to hospital for a tetanus shot.  With three cavemen short the others are bravely carrying on but with three short they are having to struggle to pull the heavy float behind them especially as it happened on a slight incline.”  She gave an awed looked at Anne “Not even you could have planned that catastrophe, could you?”  Anne gave a small demure curtsy.  “Well one can never be totally certain with horses but Courtney did feed them a few extra apples before they set off.”

The manure stuck to the footballer’s caveman float wheels which rather spoilt the image, as did a handful of soggy raspberries that landed on Jessica’s chest then ran down onto her immaculate white dress.  Jessica’s smile grew forced as she waved to the crowd.

Jeff and John scooped up the manure in their wheel barrows, covering the smelly load with some peat from the Allotment Association float.  The crowd loved it and thought it was all part of the show.

“Hey guys it’s show time.”  Called Courtney as she set off behind the last remaining float, the recumbent tandem pulled away with the trailer hitched to the back, two tadpole recumbent trikes with a rope tied on the back were either side of the tandem taking some of the strain.  Anne and Stephanie pushed at the sides, behind three of the net ball players pushed at the back until it was rolling steadily along then picked up a ball and tossed in back and forth occasionally tossing it through the net.  Anne and Stephanie climbed onto the back of the slowly moving cycle trailer and took their positions on by the black board and the other at a small desk in front.  Short pleated skirts climbed up black stocking clad thighs as the girls leaned back and turned the pedals, flashing their silver and black checkered knickers as they did so, the silver squares sparkling in the bright sunlight.  Two more girls on reclining tadpoles trikes with their knees and ankles higher in the air than their bums came up behind.  The rest of the netball team in matching indecent school uniforms accosted the crowd for donations.

Anne picked up her mortarboard cap and began chalking sums up on the blackboard for Stephanie to do.   Stephanie wasn’t concentrating and answered the first incorrectly.  Anne tapped the desk with her cane and motioned for Stephanie to bend over.  Stephanie still awed by the thought of the horses did as she was bid.  Anne lifted her skirt and applied the cane very lightly, just at the point of impact Stephanie felt the vibrator suddenly surge and gave a very convincing jump and wiggle as the cane came down.  Veronica jumped onto the back of the trailer with a lipstick in her hand and drew a red line where the cane had landed.  Mobile phones were raised and photos sent across the crowd which built up the expectation of what was to come followed which of course distracted from all the other floats.

The netball team young ladies worked the crowds well aided and abetted by John’s dad’s fellow workers who were seeding the collection boxes nicely so that other members of the crowd loosened their wallets as well.

When they reached the judges Anne kept the sums very simple such as 1+1 but once safely passed demands for the square root of -1 and other such complex sums appeared, egged on by members of the crowd holding out $50 notes to see Princess Stephanie wiggle when caned.  “But Stephanie it’s all in a good cause, besides I thought you wanted something that everyone would talk about in hushed terms for years afterwards, and it’s not as if all those videos they are taking show your face, its only your bum with a few red lipstick lines drawn on it to look more interesting.”  Anne whispered as she turned the remote control up yet another notch.

By the time the parade ended Stephanie was in a fever pitch of sexual arousal, but fortunately Jeff was there to guide her away and offer her relief in a quiet corner of the camper.  Anne turned her head around and was surprised to see only Courtney left.  “I think the others have all gone off to do boy friend things” she called “So it’s left to us to hand the donations in and receive the prize.”  So they piled the collection boxes on the trailer and grabbed the tandem to carry the donations across.

Money for Maths won first prize in the parade besides having the heaviest collection boxes, the museum’s entry came second.  As the prizes were being handed out Stephanie, having money and looks had never needed to go all the way before to get attention and believing you couldn’t get pregnant the first time, was busy getting herself in the family way.  At the wedding Anne was one of her bridesmaids.  Ralph needless to say attended in style escorting Erin his secretary since she had been responsible for getting an elaborate wedding laid on at such short notice.  He drank a little too much and feeling mellow on hearing Jessica was in the club as well commanded his secretary to give her a house, then waved at Anne and said one for her as well, he even agreed when Anne battered her eye lids at him and asked for a second photocopier apprenticeship as he nodded and Erin took note.  When Jessica’s footballer boy friend heard about her house he thought it would be a great idea to get married.

Anne casually bumped into Philip on only the third day of going to the library and looking for him twice a day.  “Hi Philip I’ve a letter for you.”  She handed over the large envelop with the prestigious crest on it.  He opened it, “It says I’ve been accepted but I don’t remember applying.”  “You didn’t I forged your signature.”  “You aren’t supposed to do that, and anyway I can’t possibly afford the fees of $50,000 a year.”  “No that’s this letter.” She pulled out another letter.  “Just sign here for me.”  Philip signed then read the letter.  “Why would I want to sign up for a six year apprenticeship to become a photocopier operator?”  “Because I have signed up and I’d like someone else on the course I can talk to.”  Philip looked at her innocent face.  “I thought your ambition was to get a physics degree?”  “Oh didn’t I mention that the first four years were at University studying physics, fees included?  I haven’t decided what to do for the following two years.”  “And you’ve organised me somewhere to stay no doubt?”  “Well now you mention it I happened to take the liberty of arranging some temporary accommodation, but you don’t have to use it.”  She peered at him anxiously.  “It’s with Invec Industries, now that’s an odd coincidence, you know they rang my parents up and offered them both a temporary job sight unseen and I understand there are plans to find them something else afterwards.”  He looked suspiciously at her.  “Oh is that the time, I really must be going.”   Anne scurried off before Philip asked too many questions.

Finally Philip decided that they might as well go together since turning down the apprenticeship would be childish and they arrived together just two days before fresher’s week.  Anne felt fortunate that she’d managed to look round and found an apartment just minutes from the University in the one trip she’d made earlier.  She wondered what Philip would make of it, they still weren’t any closer, she’d been too afraid of taking the relationship further than Philip was ready for and reading him wasn’t easy however cute he was.

She took a deep breath as she retrieved the key and opened the door.  “Aren’t you going to carry me over the threshold then?”  She asked, hoping her nervousness wouldn’t show.  “Are we in that sort of relationship?”  Philip asked quietly.  “I’m not sure.”  He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold kissing her and she slid to the ground.  She smiled up at him, “I’m glad we are.”  “Any special reason?” he kissed her once more.  “Well I haven’t got much furniture yet.”  He stepped away and looked round.  Apart from the master bedroom having a double bed, and the kitchen a table and two chairs the apartment was empty.  “I thought if we were in that sort of relationship we could share the bed and just go to bed early until we got some other form of entertainment.”  “Well if we pool our resources together we might have a few dollars left after the rent.”  “Well actually there isn’t any rent to pay, it’s all mine.”  Philip closed his eyes.  “Go on tell the tale.”  “Well you remember Princess Stephanie broke up with the fabulous football captain and the footballers float was a shambles but float that starred Princess Stephanie was the hit of the parade?”  Philip nodded as he nibbled her ear.  “How can I go on if you’re doing that?”  “Dunno.”  He carried on nibbling.  “Well it appears that Princess Stephanie really was a princess or at least had an enormous trust fund that the wicked fabulous football captain didn’t get his hands on.”  “So at the celebratory feast the king being in his cups granted you title to this apartment to show his gratitude?  I love the story perhaps you should write a book sometime.”  She kicked him hard on the shin.  “Well it was at the wedding reception and her Uncle Ralph but yes more or less.  Now is it time for bed yet?”  “I haven’t any condoms with me.”  “We could economise, I mean mother put me on the pill two years ago, but I haven’t, you know, sort of done it yet and I suspect you haven’t either so we don’t need it to prevent STDs or stop me getting pregnant provided you stay faithful to me and me to you.”  She peered up at him “Sounds like a plan to me.”  He murmured nibbling her ear once more.

“My aunt always said scientists make the best lovers.”