A Night in the Library

Marian Dewey considers herself incredibly lucky. She graduated college just as a permanent position in the school's library came open, so she has never needed to go out into the "real world". The head librarian is young enough that there's not likely to be much room for advancement for quite a while, but three years into the job, she's happy to just to be safe in a job that's going to stick around.

That sense of safety is about to be shattered. The sort of introvert who considered locking herself away in a library at 21 to be a dream come true, Marian has never noticed the way she makes heads turn. At 5'5", a firm 32D-24-32, with the toned legs of a woman whose job involves a good bit of walking, she's been the subject of lewd remarks just outside her hearing for years; many of them on the subject of what a shame it is for such a fuckable body to be wasted on such a prude.

On this early autumn evening, Marian is wearing a form-fitting blue Oxford blouse with white cuffs and collar (many women would leave two buttons undone, but Marian has it buttoned up to the neck), a black v-neck sweater vest, a knee-length cotton skirt that flounces when she takes the stairs, and sheer black stockings. Her black leather pumps have only a hint of heel, but are polished to a gleam. Her long, blonde hair is up in its customary bun, but by this time of day a few wisps have come loose to trail down her pale face and over the round glasses that cover her bright blue eyes. It's almost closing time, and she rises from the circulation desk, and smooths down her hair and clothes before beginning her evening rounds.