I Spy a Spy

Wednesday.

“Fucking pervert,” Madison thought to herself as she eyed the screen of her watch. The feed in her target’s office showed her everything she needed to see.

A middle-aged man sat at his desk, surrounded by bookshelves. (One of those bookshelves, thanks to Madison, contained an obscure volume that if anyone chanced to open would reveal the hidden camera within.) His university-issued laptop sat next to a box of tissues, and his swollen member rested in his gently moving right hand.

From this angle, she could see that he was scrolling through Facebook photos of female friends in bathing suits, wedding dresses, or other revealing outfits. “I guess porn just got too old,” she smirked.

The man stroked more vigorously as he landed on one particular profile, and his scrolling paused on what looked like a graduation photo. A busty brunette in a white strapless dress was leaning forward and laughing, revealing quite a bit more cleavage than she probably intended. Madison guessed that this wasn’t the first time her target had gawked at this picture, and the speed with which he unloaded his cum into a tissue suggested that he had the hots for whoever she was.

“I’ll need to keep that in mind,” Madison mused as the man cleaned himself up and got back to work.

Thursday.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Paulson.” As the work-study student checked his computer logs, Madison leaned forward, resting her elbows on the library circulation desk and giving a gigantic eyeful of her ample cleavage to the 19-year-old. She smiled as she watched him struggle to focus on his screen.

He finally stammered, “OK, yes I see it here.” He looked from the screen and straight down Madison’s white sleeveless dress. Addressing her chest, he said, “Dr. Paulson’s office is on the third floor. You can use those elevators,” he said, pointing to his left without breaking his gaze.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Madison said lightly, straightening up and walking away. God, this is easy, she thought.

Madison knocked lightly on the door and heard a brisk “Come in” from the other side. She opened the door, breezed inside, and closed it quickly behind her.

Face-to-face, Dr. Gregory Paulson was actually more attractive than Madison expected based on her video surveillance. His thick salt-and-pepper hair and five o’clock shadow were fairly alluring above his neatly-pressed collared shirt and dark blazer.

“Hello, Dr. Paulson, it’s lovely to finally meet you,” Madison said, taking in her surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.

“Oh, wow,” he said.

Madison smiled inwardly. “What was that?” she asked sweetly, as she took a seat and crossed her toned legs.

“Oh, sorry, I just didn’t expect someone so… young,” Dr. Paulson managed to eke out. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Dr. Carlisle.”

“Please, call me Alex,” Madison said, wondering if in all her email exchanges with the academic, he had imagined her to be a man. “If I can call you Greg, of course.”

“Of course!” Dr. Paulson said.

“Terrific,” Madison giggled. “So with the pleasantries out of the way, I wonder if we might get down to business. Do you have the volume?”

This was Madison’s mission: She needed to lift an extremely rare tome from this university library, and Dr. Gregory Paulson was the world’s foremost expert in its contents. Apparently, some handwritten comments in the margins of the ancient text bore some importance for a foreign government … but the details of the mission were above Madison’s pay grade. All she knew was that she needed to get this lonely researcher to hand her the book.

“Oh, well, I don’t have it here, of course,” he said. “But I’ll be happy to take you to Special Collections to have a look.”

Madison uncrossed her legs and leaned forward onto Dr. Paulson’s desk. “Yes, that sounds lovely,” she said. “You lead the way.”

The text lay on the table beside Madison and Dr. Paulson, tantalizingly close but still out of reach. Despite her pleading and bargaining, Dr. Paulson had refused to let Madison remove it from the library. This is going to be harder than I thought, she considered.

“Greg, you and I both know that this text is priceless,” Madison said. “And I only want to borrow it for a few days, to be able to browse it among my other research materials. I know that you’re not allowed to let me borrow it…” She drew close to him and rested her hand on his shoulder. “But I would be willing to give _anything _to have a look.”

Madison could hear his breath coming quickly, and she moved her hand to his neck, where she could feel his pulse racing.

“I think you catch my drift, don’t you, Gregory?” She ran her manicured fingernails up and down his neck and pressed against his chest with her other hand.

“You help me,” she boldly ran her hand down his chest to the front of his pants, “and I’ll help you.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he stuttered, and Madison playfully pushed him away.

“I’m going now,” Madison said. “But I’ll be back on Saturday. And I hope we can come to an arrangement.”

That ought to do it, Madison thought as she strode out of Special Collections, almost certain her plan would flawlessly succeed. _What could go wrong?- - - - - -

_

Friday.

Madison sipped her glass of red wine, her shapely, crossed legs and alluring neckline drawing the attention of husbands and boyfriends throughout the restaurant. Her eyes, though, were fixed on Dr. Gregory Paulson.

The librarian was fumbling his way through what looked like a fairly high stakes date. The woman laughing at his jokes must have been at twenty years younger than him, and though she was wearing a modest dress that didn't show much skin, Madison could tell she was sexy as hell and way out of his league.

Is that the one he was fapping to the other night? Madison wondered. She can totally do better.

Surprisingly--and fortunately--Dr. Paulson never glanced her direction. As he escorted the brunette beauty from the restaurant, Madison paid for her drink and left. Another successful night of surveillance; tomorrow was sure to be smooth as silk.

Saturday.

Everything was going perfectly. Dr. Paulson's dick was in Madison's mouth, and the book was almost in her grasp.

The seduction had been easy, by the books. Revealing dress, feigned distress, a well-time touch, and a promise of discretion were all that most men needed.

"I'd really be happy to do anything, just for on night with the book, Dr. Paulson. Can't you please help me?" Idiot.

And now, he was grunting and thrusting. Madison readied herself for the blast of semen she knew was coming. All in the line of duty.

But then he pulled out, suddenly and unexpectedly.

"What--" she started, but Dr. Paulson was leaning over, grasping her by the arms, raising her to her feet.

"I'm not ready yet," he said as he displayed surprising strength in actually lifting all of her 120 pounds onto the reading table. She was sitting next to the book she came here for, her leg pressing against it as Gregory Paulson pushed her knees apart and reached under her dress.

"You don't have to do that," she started.

"But I want to," he said. "Please let me."

This isn't how things usually went. But she needed that book. So what if it took a little longer? Her job was her job. Duty above all, she had been trained to remember.

Her panties were now on the floor, the librarian's tongue between her thighs. Fuck, this actually feels good, she thought. She ran her hand through his thick hair, telling herself she was just egging him on.

He was pressing her back onto the large table now, her legs dangling off the edge and her arms held above her head. He was tracing her toned body with his fingers, inching her dress up, up, and then off. She hadn't been wearing a bra and now--contrary to her usual practice--she was letting herself be seen naked by a target.

Fuck, get it together Mad, she said to herself. Get him laid and get out of here.

But as he massaged her thighs, her calves, her feet, she sighed and let herself wait just a few. More. Minutes.

Click. Click.

What was that?

Handcuffs. On her ankles. Pinning her the desk.

"Are you kinky, baby?" the librarian said, shocking her.

No, this isn't going well. I'm not going there.

"No, actually. Don't do that, I don't like it."

"Oh, come on," he said, pressing himself against her lithe form and kissing her passionately on the lips. His stubble scratched her cheek as he ran his hand up her sensitive arm.

Click.

FUCK!

"Hey, get off!" Madison shouted as she pushed him off of her with her one free hand. But she was too late; with three appendages pinned, she was at the librarian's mercy.

"You know you like it," Dr. Paulson said with a big smile. "But... Even if you don't, I like it quite a lot."

"Greg," she said, resuming her sultry persona. "I want you. I want you to fuck me, not tie me down and tease me. Maybe _next time _we can get nasty, but for tonight, please take these off."

"I don't think so," he said. She didn't like the edge in his voice. "Because I know you don't actually want me."

What the fuck?

He picked up the priceless volume and held it against his side. Madison noticed that his pants were zipped, and he had tucked his shirt back in. What is going on here?

"You just wanted this. And you can't have it. You'll have to tell your bosses that you were outsmarted by a librarian."

Oh no.

No!

Madison thrashed against her restraints, but the large research desk didn't move. Her pussy, recently dripping with desire and saliva, was now turning red as she started to blush furiously. Her tits bounced deliciously as she tried to withdraw from the handcuffs, and her tousled hair framed her scared face perfectly.

Click.

This time, not another handcuff. It was a door opening. The brunette from last night came in and shouted, "What the fuck?! What's going on here!"

"Elizabeth, I was hoping you'd show up."

"Gregory, oh my God, what are you doing?"

"Hey, keep calm, it's OK. Remember what I told you last night?"

Gregory's calm voice, surreally countered by Madison's frantic thrashing on the table, reassured the woman he had asked to join him here tonight.

"Wait," she said. "This is the spy you said was tailing you?" She looked hungrily at the naked woman, and Madison's blush spread all the way up her torso to her neck. "You didn't say it was a woman!"

Madison couldn't believe this. She'd been tricked!

"Well, Dr. Glass, I wanted to save something to surprise you!" Dr. Paulson said with a chuckle. "She's cute, right?"

"She sure is," Elizabeth Glass said. "Very cute. Too bad she's off limits."

"Yeah," Dr. Paulson sighed. "At least, for now she is. I bet she'll be whistling a different tune when we get back."

Get back? What does he mean get back?

Elizabeth laughed. "Yeah, maybe she will! Are you ready?"

The librarian held up the book that Madison had worked so hard to steal. "I just have to reshelve this. Would you care to join me? I'd love to show you Special Collections!"

"Absolutely!" Elizabeth chirped.

The two scholars left Madison, screaming and flailing, arm-in-arm. The lights were on, the door was ajar, and the library was open. Who knows who might stumble on the spy next.

_Fuck, _Madison thought to herself, calm and alone again. That didn't go well.