You can't refuse...

The library was a huge room, bookcases standing on each and every wall. There was a large wooden desk in the middle of the room with chairs scattered all around it. You felt almost intimidated by the silence, but you tried to ignore it as you walked in and sat down on one of the chairs.

You leaned back on the chair, but as you blinked, you could suddenly feel a presence behind you. This presence placed a hand on your shoulder, stroking it gently before emerging into your view. This presence seemed to be a woman with a librarian's getup on. She moves sensually, her skirt flowing gently as she strutted to the table in front of you. She sat on it and looked at you with a sultry smile. Her blouse wasn't completely buttoned-up, with her cleavage fairly visible through her black lacy bra. She crossed one leg over the other, the nylon of her stockings rubbing together softly.

"Well, well, well..." She says, looking at you with an inquisitive eye. "What's your name, cutie?"

You open your mouth but she interrupts you, leaning forward to place a finger against your lips. She remains leaned forwards as you go silent. Your face became a light red colour as she continues to show off her cleavage to you.

"I'll assume you could hear me, correct?" She asks, finally moving back. "I'd apologise... but if you didn't, we wouldn't have met..."

She places a heeled foot against your crotch and applies pressure. You freeze up, staying silent but still freaking out. She giggles at your expression, which soon changed to shock, and place a finger against your chin, pulling you close.

"Hm..." She applies some more pressure against your solid member. "Is it worth getting fired just to see your adorable face orgasm?"

You blush, nodding nervously. You were turned on, but you felt overpowered by anxiety. Whilst you were undeniably horny, you couldn't help but feel afraid of her. She tutted at you, removing her foot and making you let out a soft groan. She gets off the table and disappears behind you, leaning over your shoulder and whispering into your ear.

"Well, cutie..." She whispers seductively. "Are we going to get dirty or what?"