Nope!

“All right, it looks like that book is ... no, not on our current list,” the librarian states, “Sorry, Miss Goodheart. Do you want me to put in a book purchase request for you?” Amy nods, and the librarian taps a few more buttons, and then nods to her.

“Done. Is there anything else I can help you two with, today?” he asks, and Amy shakes her head.

“No, this was our only search in the nonfiction section,” she replies, “We also came to look through the fiction section, to see if anything stood out and caught our attentions. We didn't really have anything particular in mind for specific books.”

“Ah, avid readers, then,” the librarian answers, and Amy nods. She looks at me and jerks her head, before looking back at the librarian.

“Thank you for your help,” she says, and then I follow dutifully at her side, a half-step behind, so to keep her in my field of vision. I let her lead, as that feels more natural, now, with me being recently brainwashed by her. Either way, Amy smiles.

“I think he thinks you're my bitch,” she whispers to me, conspiratorially, once she is certain we are far enough from other library visitors to ensure no one would hear her. I tilt my head at her and lift an eyebrow, and Amy pauses to look at me.

“Well, you did brainwash me so that you could use me to get off,” I whisper back, for her ears only, “am I not your bitch?” Amy snickers at me, glances around, then pulls me into an abandoned aisle along one wall. She pushes me into the wall.

I can feel her heat behind me as she pins me to the wall with both hands. Her breath on the back of my neck, she leans in close, murmuring in my ear. “If you are, I may have to spank you when we get back to my parents' house, for cheekiness.”

“Promises, promises, Amy,” I breathe the words, and her eyes widen, but so does her smile. She presses in so hard against me that I feel her breasts compress against my back. I feel her look up and down the aisle we're in, to ensure we're alone.

“You fucking little whore,” she growls in my ear, and I can feel her arousal against my ass, flesh separated from flesh by a few layers of fabric. “Now you've made me horny, you little bitch.” I smile at her lovingly over my shoulder, and she sighs.

“Ugh, I programmed you too fucking well I can't even insult you or be mad at you,” she grumbles, pulling back and simply yanking me from the wall. “You're going to stand in front of me until it goes down. You beautiful sexy fucking little whore.”

“Yes, Amy,” I murmur quietly, adopting a meeker tone, showing I know when to shut up and behave, to keep from getting either her or me, or both of us, in trouble at the library. So much for the library being the safe option, I suppose, but I nod.

I let her manoeuvre me in front of her, positioned so that you'd need to know she has a cock and be actively trying to see her erection, to see it. I let her lead from behind, until we reach the science fiction section. Then, she has an excuse to sit.

“Okay, you search first, and I'll hold the books until you're done,” she says, and then we'll switch. She sits on the floor and crosses her legs, and drapes her arms across her thighs, resting her wrists on her knees, the better to conceal her arousal.

“You got it, Amy,” I answer, maintaining the meeker tone. Then I turn and walk to one end of the aisle to start searching, making sure to scan all shelves I can see. I pause, looking up above me, noticing there's at least three I wouldn't ever see.

“Uh, were you serious about being a step-stool for me if needed?” I ask, and Amy sticks her tongue out at me and gives me the middle finger.

“Fuck no, you skinny faggot twink bitch,” she replies bluntly, before she grins at me wickedly, “I'd just pick your scrawny ass up. I'm five centimetres taller than you and have five kilos more muscle than you do. Hold on, I'll go ask for a chair.”

“Thanks, Amy,” I smile appreciatively, watching her leave, and resuming scouring the lower and middle shelves. It sucks being somewhat on the short side, but having a best friend that's taller than you are is kind of on the more awesome side.