You're just looking for some light reading

The lie falls easily past your lips, and if she catches it, there is little indication on her cheerful face.

A pink tongue runs absentmindedly along the shopkeeps plump lips and her eyebrows are scruntched in concentration as she turns her attention back to the map. A thought comes unbidden into your mind. -Her name was Rasna; it means the tongue-. Tony hadn't mentioned many names during his rambling retelling of his escapades, but this name - or more likely: this tongue - you had heard plenty.

'I swear dude, it was like she could program your cock only to respond to her tongue.. Like she would be having her hands all over my dick, stroking it like crazy and everything - nothing. The second she flicked it with her tongue tip, I came buckets..'

And now you're face to face with the mythical organ, it's suddenly hard to think about anything else. And that's not the only thing that's suddenly hard. Your gaze flicker down to the tent you're pitching in broad daylight, and you step closer to the counter hoping to hide it, though you're not sure you can hide the flush in your cheeks.

Luckily Rasna's attention seems to be elsewhere. She stares past you, and the flirty facade gives way to a stern expression.

"Minerva Tyler, Lindsey Andersson I sure hope you're not plotting what I think you are.." Rasna calls to the two school girls who instantly freeze, ".. You girls know I know both your mothers, and that neither of them would fault me for disciplining their daughters if they were caught stealing in my shop.. Don't think you're too old to get a good, hard spanking."

Rasna watches both girls as they hurry out of the shop, but as soon as the door closes behind them, her full attention is back to you. Dark, intense eyes study you as she slides a folded map across the counter to you.

As you reach out to grab the piece of paper, Rasna's hand snakes out to catch yours in a soft hold. Your eyes quickly travel upwards, passing that ample, inviting cleavage, her lips parted with just a teasing hint of dextrous tongue, to her sultry eyes - and the amused knowledge therein. Not only did she catch you checking her out, she probably timed it so you would.

"Ah, I feel like I should warn you.." she says, but takes pause. She gently strokes the back of your hand while seemingly considering her next words.. "..It is a small town library and the services they offer are fairly.. limited."

She laughs gently, though you're unsure why. Is she hinting at the sex crazed librarian penchant for abduction, or is this just another ploy to convince you to stick around. Her hand has moved up to your lower arm, gently massaging you. Meanwhile the connection has her leaning furthing across the counter and her plump breasts are further emphasized against the glass.

"So unless you're looking for their admittenly impressive collection of erotic poetry, you're probably not going to have much luck.."

Rasna now has her other hand gently teasing the back of your fingers, an action which also serves to presses her tits together to the point they're nearly spilling out of both blouse and bra and offering you hints of dark nipples.

"..I wouldn't want you to waste your time.. time you could spend on.. better things. It all depends on what you're really looking for."

Her tongue playfully wets her lips and her meaning couldn't be clearer. She obviously enjoys toying with your lust, however there is no small part of you that is tempted to find out what is the deal with her tongue - and another who perked up at the mention of spanking. However you came here with a purpose and maybe you shouldn't fail at the first temptress.