Very Different From The Old Boss

Juliet looked at herself in the mirror, turning back and forth as she examined the new uniform. The best way to describe it was probably that it had been made by someone who was absolutely determined to bring the ''sexy librarian'' thing into real life. It was coloured a sort of severe black and consisted of a dark blouse and skirt which would probably have been fine if they weren't several sizes too small. It especially felt tight around the chest area. Her breasts - not exactly small at the best of times - were being held tightly by the material which was made doubly obvious by the fact that she was not allowed to wear a bra.

Juliet turned again, frowning at the image. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body. She was confident in herself in all ways. But sometime, the way the clothes hugged her body was even more scandalous than if she'd simply been naked.

The skirt was bad as well. It was short. So short that it barely came up to her upper thighs, and she could feel the cold air blowing under it and brushed the lips of her sex. Juliet took a deep breathe, feeling the pulsing heat and tension which was coiled about her spine. Part of her could not believe she was about to go to work like this. She was dressed like a stripper! But perhaps a stripper would have had more dignity, for at least their purpose would be honest. Juliet felt like she was torn between two things. Her job was to be a librarian but this uniform was clearly meant as eye-candy.

She tugged her skirt up just a bit, noting how it exposed the shaved shape of her vulva. Her lower lips were glinting slightly, a traitorous sign of her own arousal. She ran one finger along them and a shiver crept across her spine. She quickly snatched her hand away before she started to moan.

Exactly who was it who had done all this and how did they know exactly how to get to her? She still didn't know anything about the library's new sponsor. She hadn't even met him! Only Lyra was allowed to do that, but he had orders for both of them. New uniforms, new policies, all in the name of making the library more popular.

"Oh yes," Juliet said to her reflection. "It'll do that all right."

She sighed, but what other choice did she have? If she didn't play along the library would be closed. To save a place she cared for so deeply surely a price like this was well worthwhile?

She straightened up, pulled her skirt back into place and marched towards the door which opened up into the library. It was another normal day and the library was mostly empty but as soon as she stepped into the main area, she felt a few heads turn her way. Juliet was an established sight here but her uniform was certainly new. It clung to her body, showing off her curves and leaving her long legs bare. She tugged at the skirt, trying to pull it lower than it really was going to go.

Juliet felt a heat rising through her body. A bubbling warmth that threatened to go straight to her face. She swallowed and put on an expression she hoped looked busy. Then she got to work. There was always more to do in the library. There was storage, fetching books that people had left lying around. There was administrative tasks behind the desk, and there was helping people find the volumes they wanted.

Juliet tried to lose herself in that routine. She tried to pretend everything was normal but her body was got and tense, a pulsing core of anxiety was building in her chest. People turned to look at her as she moved past, the damn skirt kept riding up and there was no way she could conceal the fact that she had no bra on under her blouse. Every time someone looked at her, every time she felt a pair of eyes trailing over her body, it was like she was being brushed with a subtle jolt of static.

She closed her eyes, but that only made it worse. Her body grew hotter and hotter, and she became aware that more people were watching her. Had the library been that full when she'd started work or had the word started to spread? Some of them had their phones out!

Fuck! She hadn't expected this. Juliet was usually supremely confident, but the juxtaposition of her work and her body seemed to strike a cord deep within her. She thought she would have been more comfortable if she'd been completely naked. At least there was an honesty about that! Wearing the skimpy uniform, she felt as if she were offering herself up to ogled and pointed at.

Her breathing was coming faster now. She felt hot pins and needles across her skin. The pulse raced in her ears and it became harder and harder for her to think properly. She tugged the skirt again and again, aware that even the smallest mistake would see it ride up and expose her pussy to the whole library. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing against the inside of the uniform. Her body felt hot and tight and she was throbbing, waves of anxiety and humiliation threatened to overwhelm her.

Juliet's hand fell, curling at her side, her fingers working slowly under her skirt. A shiver of icy anticipation flowed through her body as the tips of her digits brushed the soaking entrance to her pussy.

She realised what she was doing and pulled her hand away. Her face was well and truly red now. Someone snapped a photo and her heart started to beat more quickly. She retreated across the room, moving behind the front desk for cover and trying to pretend as if everything was going according to plan.

For the next hour, she worked from behind the desk. She took questions, did paperwork and directed people to the appropriate aisles. But far from dissipate as she had hoped, the heat between her legs got more and more intense. The more people that came in and saw her, then more aroused and mortified she became. This was nothing like she had expected at all! She had thought that she could take control, that she would be able to simple step into the situation and command it as she always did.

But this time it wasn't working. She felt like a ship in a storm-tossed sea, desperately clinging to any form of power she had left. Her legs were shaking, her pussy was wet, desire and pulsing anticipation bloomed between her legs. The urge to touch herself was so great, a siren call in the back of her mind.

There were even more people in the library now. She was sure that word was getting around. People were coming in just to see. And why not? Hadn't she always prided herself on her looks, on her body? And now everyone who had always dreamed of seeing it was getting the chance.

She bit her lower lip. Her heart was pounding. Desire wafted around her like a thick plume of steam. Her hand fell again, moving between her legs. This time she was holding a pen and she ran it between her labia. The feeling of the hard plastic pressing up against her pussy, forcing her lips aside, it made her shudder with delight. Anticipation roared through her mind, stealing her breathe and thoughts. She was still behind the desk. No one could see her, or so she told herself. She could feel her face colouring. She was touching herself in front of so many people. How could they not notice? She felt humiliated, ashamed. She knew it wasn't the sort of thing she was supposed to be doing.

But she couldn't bring herself to stop. She moved the pen back and forth, exploring her womanhood with it as she tried to look professional. It's motions across her skin made her pussy clench, her clitoris began to throb for attention and the air caught in her lungs.

New people were still coming in. Faces she had never even seen here before! People with phones and curious eyes. They saw her behind the desk, her face turned down towards the screen of the computer set there. Little did they know that her legs were spread, the pen now moving back and forth, penetrating her. The friction felt delicious, her hips wanted to swing and back. Pleasure flowed through her, more and more with each thrust of the impromptu sex toy.

There were more cameras. More photos. More people mulling around. If even one of them had the right angle...

Fuck! Her hand started to move faster. Waves of pleasure curling her toes. She couldn't breath and she was finding it hard to think. She wanted to flinch away from the attention but the humiliation only made her pussy tighter and hotter. She'd never felt like this in all of her life, it was like one of her darkest nightmares come true.

Yet she couldn't stop. She turned her head this way and that, constantly ready for the shout that would alert her to the fact that the game was up. She couldn't believe what she was doing, masturbating with a pen in a public library! But she also couldn't bring herself to stop. The pleasure was so good that it made her want to close her eyes and enjoy it, her face had gone a deep red colour. Hopefully the crowd thought it was just embarrassment due to her new uniform.

Juliet **** herself to take deep, ragged breathes. Her body was pulsing, her nerves were on fire. Ecstasy and pleasure flowed through her being, immersing her in a world of stimulation that stole away any chance of stopping now. Her legs were spread behind the desk, her short skirt hiked up as far as it could go. The cold air washed against her lower body, and the pen moved faster and faster, driven to desperation by her mounting desire.

The climax didn't come upon her quickly. It was a slow build up, a gradually tightening sphere which closed around her body. Her breasts tingled, her womanhood pulsed with lust and need. Her clit sparked in her mind, growing ever more intense as her hand moved faster and faster. When it finally washed over her, Juliet felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe. it was a sharp, powerful feeling which gripped her and refused to let her go. The orgasm rose up through her feet to the tip of her head. It filled her with flashing, flaring pleasure and stole the very air from her lungs. The pen spun away and she gripped the desk with a deathly strength, struggling with all of her might not to loose a moan that would let the whole room know what she had just done.

Her legs were still shaking. She felt her heart beating. The realisation of what she had just done hit her like a solid wall and she desperately scanned the crowd. Had anyone seen? Did anyone know?

But no one reacted. Juliet breathed a sigh of relief, but then a new realisation dawned upon her.

It was still early in the day.

She had hours more to endure.