Hitting The Books

The idol went into a large two-handled shopping bag, cushioned by a pair of old shirts, and slipped her laptop in right beside it.

Lois donned an old pair of pants. They felt a little tight around the waist, but then she did feel pretty bloated. Her breasts felt sore too, now that she thought of it, so the reporter skipped the bra and put on a wifebeater and an old sweater. Socks, tennis shoes...the reporter smiled at herself, knowing she probably looked positively frumpy. But nobody would care about that where she was going.

The Metropolis Public Library kept late hours...especially if, as Lois did, you had a key to the back door, and knew the security guards by name. She smiled cheerfully at Rufus as he streamed the latest shows. Last Christmas she'd slipped fifty dollars into the fruit basket she'd given him; this year she should probably be more generous.

She took the stairs, because the janitorial staff stuck to the elevators. The library was a wonderful place to get some work done. There were over half a million volumes in the stacks alone, not to mention the rarities in the special collections, and the databases and journals that the library wi-fi had access to.

Lois set herself up in a little corner near the occult books, running her eyes over all the New Age titles. The idol went on the desk, facing her. She opened the laptop, ready to resume her session...

...and was faced, rather unexpectedly, with a porn site.

On the screen, in black-and-white, a woman in turn-of-the-century dress was getting plowed by some well-dressed, well-hung male in what looked like the back of a Model T. The camera focused on her lower body, lips spread to show the cock sliding in and out...and then push deep and pause. Lois was glad she had the sound off so she couldn't hear the moans, but when the cock emerged it was coated in white froth, and the camera panned down to show the messily inseminated pussy.

The reporter frowned. That hadn't been there when she had closed the laptop in her apartment. Her finger automatically went to the little X in the corner of the screen...and then she hesitated.

I am all alone here, she felt the burning itch of the tampon inside of her. And it has been a while. Maybe I should just...rub one out? So I can focus on my work.