"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Student librarian Helena Broxton tapped on the shoulder of the older student at the computer. She knew exactly what he was doing. She could still see the video playing on his monitor, could hear the audio coming in through his headphones.
"Uhhh...nothin'." The student was wearing a surgical mask, no doubt to try and hide his identity rather than any allergies, but it was hard to mistake Marco Takahashi for anyone else on campus, not when he was built like a sumo wrestler and had a...smell...to him. Not to mention how rare it was for a student to wander around campus in unwashed sweats and sweat-stained t-shirts, their anime mascots stretched nearly beyond recognition.
"You really should have been working on your history paper." Melanie Garcia walked by, tapping on her phone, "You might have been managing with a C-, but what if something were to happen to the paper before you could turn it in? You never know when your hard drive might crash the same hour every file on your cloud gets deleted." Garcia was another student librarian and a notorious hacker, and it was hard to know when she was joking, threatening, or taunting someone after the fact.
"What..." Marco went pale, "All my videos! You bitch!"
He got out of his seat and lunged at Garcia, only to be knocked down from behind by Bridget Oak. The tall, athletic volleyball player didn't have enough time in her schedule to spend at the library as the rest of the girls, but she considered it her duty to keep them safe from creeps, "Watch it! You lay a hand on anyone and I'll break your fingers." She said from on top of him, and she emphasized the point by bending back his middle finger till he thought it might snap.
"OMG priceless. Hey girls, this is going up on the wall. And Placebrook. And Twotter. And 1Flashounce. And...well, you know." Rose Park joined in on the fun, leaning down next to Marco, holding out her phone, and yanking off his mask as she smiled for the selfie, "Cheeeese! Got it! Looks great!"
"B-bitch...!" Marco spluttered. He started thrashing, and Bridget got off of him before he rolled over and crushed her. He crawled away, scrambled to his feet, then took off as fast as his stout legs would move him out the door.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish!" Helena shouted after him as she saw him waddle out of sight.
Rose giggled, "Shhh. No noise in the library, remember?"
Helena and the other girls giggled, though it was only a moment before the mood became somber again.
"Yeah, but that was the fifth time this month. Why can't they just keep it in their pants?" Bridget smashed her fist into her palm, "It'd be so much easier if I could just take care of them the old fashioned way."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry girls, I'm so sorry!" The head librarian April Chen said from behind Bridget. She'd come when she'd seen the commotion starting, but hadn't wanted to interrupt anyone. She was nice, polite, and respectful, but at the same time, she was a complete pushover. Her tolerance of the behavior of the school's students was what was making it so hard to root out the problem now, "Are you okay? None of you are hurt, are you?"
"We're not hurt. Losers like that jackass don't have the balls. But chica, you've got to do somethin'. I could put up a firewall that will block all these sites."
"But...censorship is wrong..." April looked down at her feet, though her plump breasts were so large the view was completely obscured.
"Let me crack a few bones. That'll send a message." Bridget helpfully suggested.
"Violence is even more wrong!" April insisted.
"Well, we could always ban men from the library. Problem solved then." Helena said with a giggle, before adding, "Yes, yes, that would be wrong too. We get it, ma'am."
"I'm sorry..." April's shoulders sagged, but then she brightened up, "Oh! But don't worry! I know that the situation has gotten out of control. And...I've hired a consultant!"
"You hired one?"
"Well...she reached out to me. After the articles in the student newspaper. And I guess hired isn't really the right word, since she works for a nonprofit and isn't going to be charging us at all. But I'm sure she's going to be a huge help!"
"Well..." Rose shrugged, "I guess it's worth a shot. I mean, things couldn't get any worse. Right?"
* * * *
"Let's face it. Men are gross. Really gross. And the grossest of them all is the kind that shows up at your fine library. Not the young scholars in pursuit of knowledge. Not the youth looking to feed his imagination. No, I'm talking about the out of shape, unshaven, sweat-pants wearing men you can smell from the next room. The kind of men who come into what is supposed to be the most enlightened establishment of the community, sit in front of a computer, then start masturbating."
As she gave the speech, Lilith Mason was clicking through a powerpoint presentation, each slide helping to drive her point home, garnering a few light laughs from some and more than a few grimaces of disgust. The elegant blonde consultant had an easy time holding their attention. Though her resume had more than a decade's worth of experience, the woman herself could have passed for a college freshman with her youthful features and tight body.
"Now, I'm sure all of you are curious about the solution. Well, ladies, let me tell you. Once you start thinking outside of the box, all kinds of possibilities open up."
The Larson College Library had had this problem for more than a year now, and the staff was getting desperate. Cameras didn't work. Patrolling didn't work. Even attempts to ban the men from the library was proving an ineffective deterrent, the men coming in with fake IDs and logging on to the public computers without fail. That was why the head librarian April Chen had called in a security expert, one who promised solutions.
Lilith clicked over to the next slide, a black and white spiral. One that started slowly spinning on the projector screen.
"What's this...supposed to..." Rose Park interrupted. She really was a freshman, coming to the college all the way from South Korea, was one of the girls who had joined just at the start of summer. With her short stature and petite frame, she was having trouble convincing others that she was really out of high school. Her voice was quiet, weak, trailed off into nothing, the teen blanking out just as the rest of the women did.
Even so, Lilith gave her an answer, "This is just a slight visual aid that will help me make sure you follow the new gameplan. Trust me, ladies. Once I'm done with you, there won't be any men masturbating in this library ever again."
"Trust...you..." April Chen echoed back. The head librarian was looking dazed, her glasses falling askew, her head slowly bobbing back and forth. The slightly plump librarian had breasts more than double the volume of any other woman in the room and had contacted Lilith not just because of the issue of men viewing porn on the public computers, but targeting her with harassment as well.
"That's right. So just relax." Lilith continued, looking at the small crowd.
"Relax..." The five women echoed back to her, each of them staring intently at the spiral while seeing nothing at all.
* * * *
"On your toes, ladies. Looks like your first chance to test your skills is coming right up." Lilith was in the back office of the library, looking at a set up of three monitors showing a live feed of every camera that had been placed in the library.
Looking at the one posted at the entrance, she could see the first male patron of the morning heading straight for the doors at a leisurely pace. He was an older student by the name of Damian Fisk, a powerfully built black man coasting through on scholarship, a quarterback who had an arm like a cannon and had brought success to the college's football team the Talons after years of a losing record.
"Leave it to me. I'll take care of him." Bridget Oak said, punching her fist into her palm. She was on the volleyball team and had a tall, athletic frame that was equally accustomed to spiking balls and slapping misogynists.
She didn't know why Damian was here; regardless of his attitude towards women, it didn't seem likely that he was in need of getting relief at a public computer, not when he had the entire cheerleading team fawning over him. Whatever he had in mind though, she wasn't going to take any chances.
"Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" She said as she intercepted his path, standing directly in front of him, smiling brightly. She could tell from the way his eyes were roaming up and down her body that the new library uniforms that Lilith had provided everyone were working. She'd been unsure of the high-waisted leotard at first. It kept riding up into her ass, and since she was a bit taller than the other girls the cups didn't provide quite enough support, her breasts constantly feeling like they might spill out.
But if it was able to make the men behave themselves, it'd be worth it.
"Maybe there is." Damian replied, his deep voice and natural north African accent getting her excited. He held out a golden library card, the shiny plastic glinting in the light, "I am looking for a book. Show me where you keep the books on 3D printing."
"Oh." A false alarm then. She let out a sigh of relief, bent down to examine that the card was the genuine article, and then turned around, more than happy to provide the standard services of a student librarian, "Right away, sir. Please, this way."
She felt a slap on her ass, the clap echoing through the library, and she threw her hand over her mouth to muffle her outburst, turning back to him, "Please, sir...remember, this is a library. Try not to make so much noise."
