Making a booty call.

The next morning, I woke up with an epiphany (as well as an erection). Why the fuck was I still going about my normal routine with the only variation being that I was now fucking anyone I pleased. I didn't need to study anything now. I didn't need to work either. I was liberated from all earthly concerns. Hell, if I wanted to go to the moon, all I would have to do was turn up at Nasa and ask nicely. With that in mind, I looked at the slip of paper I had got from Felicity Fuckpot at the library yesterday and grabbed my cellphone.

"Hi - is that Miss Jones, the librarian?"

"No its her father. Who's that - And do you know why she's insisting on being called that.

She still lives with her parents - WTF, I thought. I cleared my throat and said, "My name's Ms. Roman. Put her on the phone please?"

"Ok Ms. Roman - she's in the shower getting ready for work. I'll go and get her."

There was a minute's pause then a breathless librarian came on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Miss Jones. Its Ms. Roman"

"Oh, good morning Sir".

"Please can you come to this address instead of work today?" I gave her my address. "Oh. I thought I might like a blowjob when you arrive, please make sure you wear a lot of lipstick, I like to get some on my cock. Please believe that sucking my cock is a very professional thing to do for a librarian".

"Yes. Indeed it is." agreed Miss Jones. "Do you have a preference for the color of the lipstick?"

"Hmm, maybe some sort of deep red. You choose. Can you be here in an hour?"

"Yes. That should be fine sir."

"Good thanks"

I hung up. Good. I figured I needed a driver and she said she had a car. I got a shower and breakfast then waited for her to arrive.