Miss?

“Miss ? Could you help me please? I need to see something in the non circulating collection.” Casey said off the top of her head.

“Very good.” Her earpiece congratulated.

“What is it you’re looking for? Do you have a catalog number?” the blonde librarian asked. Her voice was a low and sexy one. The man in the navy blazer sniffed, and turned away from the two young women.

“She’s gorgeous. I’d love to see her tits, and with your help I will” the man said. Casey scanned the library looking for her tormenter.

“Quit it! Pay attention to the blonde! Unless you want pictures to Papa.” the electronic voice yelled.

Miss? What is it you want?”

“I’d like to see… ummm the city paper for May 1876?” Casey replied.

“Well, those are most likely on microfilm.” Gayle said pushing her thick glasses up the bridge of her slim, aquiline nose.

“I’d really like to see the originals.” Casey pleaded.

“You’re gonna lick some grade A pussy if you’re lucky, Case!” the man leered. Casey was horrified. She’d never thought seriously about being with another woman.

“If not, we’ll figure out something else. But I bet she’s a repressed lezzie.”

Casey shuddered and followed the slim, blonde librarian up the stairs to the restricted access section of the library. “I like to see originals over microfilm copies too.” Gayle said. A door slammed ahead of them, as they climbed the staircase, and Casey thought she could hear grunts of physical exertion on the earpiece. The creep most be planting cameras. Another door slammed, and Gayle stopped at the top of the stairs, and cocked her head.

“There shouldn’t be anyone else up here right now.” The blonde paused, blew an errant strand of golden hair out of her eyes, and grasped the handle of the door at the top of the stairs. The door was unlocked.

The librarian tisked. “Volunteers are so careless sometimes. I’ll lock the door behind us.” She smiled at Casey, and Casey could have sworn that in that split second, there was something in the way Gayle looked at her. Despite herself Casey felt a tingle between her legs. She was wet with arousal. Could the librarian smell her scent? And what did her tormenter have in mind?