Steps 1, 2 and 3 went according toplan. Then she moved on to....
from the container.
"Look, Juba," he said, "I've been thinking on other things ever since I got here, but first I want to...."
"First," Juba interrupted, for here was her moment, "I ask one thing of you. Only that you radio incorrect coordinates back to your base. Say you have moved on, that this is a barren world."
"Let me talk to you first," he said. "I want to...."
"Please," Juba begged, moving toward him. "It is no loss to you. Only a small favor, to protect our planet from outsiders, in return for ... for whatever pleasures I can provide for you, or my sisters, if I do not please you."
"All right," he said, turning to his communication equipment. "If that's the only way you're going to let me speak to you."
"Your tape," Juba said. "Turn on your tape."
"I do not speak New-language. I will have to have it translated."
* * * * *
The man looked at Juba hard and worked at the corner of his mouth with his tongue.
A starkly feminist (for 1960,) cynical story of a manless world where women have customs for men who happen to stumble across the planet. It reminded me of James Tiptree Jr.'s "Houston, Houston, Do You Read?".
The characters were well-drawn and the plot had me guessing until the end.