Lily appears

As Amy sits at a study desk, focusing on her breathing, trying not to cum, she is vaguely aware of the chair opposite her being pulled back and then sat in.

She looks up, and sees a familiar face looking back at her. She's got her hair down for once, and an extra button undone on her blouse, and she must be wearing contact lenses, but it's her. It's Lily, the custodian who got her to sign the 2 of clubs contract, and the reason she has this super-powerful vibrator inside of her.

Lily is giving her an unusual look. It's friendly, shy, and cheeky all at once. She is gripping her arm with her other hand, and... Yep, her pupils are dilated.

Lily F is definitely secretly horny, too.

Wait, don't tell me... She's got her own vibrating bullet inside her too, just like me?

Amy raises her eyebrows inquisitively. Lily F just silently smiles, and gives the tiniest nod of affirmation.

So here we are... Two perverts in a library... Unable to talk, but sharing this secret.

Lily has fully locked eyes with Amy now, and Amy finds herself unable, or perhaps unwilling, to look away.

Fuck, I'm not even into girls! So, why is this so hot?!

Lily moves one hand over the desk towards Amy. Amy instinctively takes hold of it. Lily grips Amy's hand and Amy lets her.

Lily bites her lip, and Amy mirrors, biting her own. They're both furiously horny.

Fuck, am I really going to cum like this?!

Amy realizes that the answer is a definite yes. She grips Lily's hand extra-tightly to try and communicate to her that she's about to cum. Lily squeezes back, perhaps responding that she is too.

Their surroundings shrink away as the two women focus on each others' faces, each now with wide open but still completely silent mouths, as pleasure washes over them. Amy can feel the twitching in Lily's hand muscles as she (presumably) orgasms, and she wonders if Lily can feel the same in hers.

It's glorious, wonderful, and absolutely terrifying to be orgasming in such a public place. Amy knows there are people around - even if she doesn't have the awareness to know exactly how close anybody else is - and anyone who looked at her right now would surely know exactly what was happening down in her panties.

She thanks the stars that she's not a massive squirter.

The women don't stop. Still locked in, focusing only on each other, they ride through wave after wave of pleasure together, each orgasming twice more, as far as Amy can tell. Ten minutes passes in no time at all, as they share in this secret sea of bliss.

But with each orgasm, Amy finds herself becoming more and more sensitive, and whilst the build-up to the orgasm becomes more uncomfortable and difficult to tolerate, even more concerningly, the orgasms are getting stronger. She's finding it more and more difficult to avoid making any noise as she cums her brains out in the super-silent library.

So, with glazed eyes, and a slightly shaky legs, she pries her hand away from Lily's, stands up from the table, and wobbles over to the front desk, to rejoin the line.

Don't cum again... Don't cum again! She wills herself as the vibrator continues to torment and pleasure her as she waits for the people in front of her to have their wordless queries resolved. She sways and shakes like a leaf, not really having any clue how obvious or not it is that she's currently being sent to otherworldly levels of pleasure right next to random strangers.

When it's her turn, the librarian gives her a long hard look up and down, making her turn even redder in the cheeks than she presumably looked already. And then... Is that a knowing smirk she's giving as she hands Amy her new library card?! Amy isn't sure, but it certainly feels like it.

Amy takes and reviews her new library card, a muted horror coming over her at what she sees - a sluttily dressed blonde bimbo from the cleavage up, with a vacant, somewhat erotic expression. Literally the opposite of the professional, respectable lawyer she's hoping to become. But in her arousal-addled state, there's something weirdly exciting about it too.

People are going to objectify me... Judge me... Lust after my body... No, don't cum, don't cum!!!

Amy gives a pained smile and a nod to the librarian, and then hustles off towards the computers where she can now use her membership ID to check out the books she needs.

The vibrations are so intense that they feel like they're not only deep inside her sex, but also outside, on the outside of her butt... Oh no wait, that's her phone in her back pocket.

She checks her notficiations... And of course, it's Drake, back with some more flirtatious messages and not-so-subtle hints that he wants to hook up with her tonight.

Fuck fuck fuck... What do I do?

Yesteday, the thought of more anal-only sex with Drake just terrified and disgusted Amy. But now that she's three orgasms in, and very close to a fourth, it doesn't seem quite so scary. In fact, Amy can't really remember what seemed so awful about the idea in the first place.

It's just sex. It's just bodies. And my ass can take it. And it has to happen at some point.

Deep down, though, she knows that this is her horny brain talking, not her sensible brain. She shouldn't make any decisions like this while she can't even think straight, right?!

But every second I stall, the Sentinel is watching, and judging...

Amy's indecicive thought process continues like this as she waddles her way through the library to the section with the computers.