November 30, 1987
Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she oftentimes faints during the throes of passion.
While never mistaken for a perfect 10 with her large brown eyes, tucked behind oversized eyeglass lenses, Angelina is nevertheless a very attractive woman, with her pretty face always perfectly and tastefully made up, and a trim, feminine figure. Her black hair, speckled with gray, was shaped in a chic, wedge/pixie-style, puffed and piled on the top and curled forward around the ears. Angelina's physical traits, however, were always secondary to her overwhelming sex appeal. Using her vast store of feminine wiles, Angelina negotiates about her lovers' hearts, minds and bodies as deftly as she navigates the Dewey Decimal System, manipulating the infatuated men for her monetary and personal gain.
High fashion and high maintenance, Angelina always models the latest designer threads - oftentimes accentuated by any one of her dozen pairs of high-heeled dress boots. Her sophisticated look even extends to smoking accessories. The haughty diva wouldn't dream of smoking a cigarette if it wasn't filtered through her long, black holder. More of a cigarette holder sucker and stroker than a smoker, however, Angelina seductively works the black shaft with her mouth, tongue and fingers as if it was a penis proxy; the effect that playing with the long, stiff holder has on would-be lovers is like snake charming. Under the sexy siren's magic spell, they're entirely at her mercy; powerless to resist the temptation to pleasure her - as if they really would.
Young romantic suitor Tom Bailey has been in love with Angelina since he was a 13-year-old student of hers, drawn to the librarian's sexy boots, seductive smoking and even her pretentious and snobish personality. Over the past nine years his feelings - like his fetishes - for the femme fatale have only grown stronger. But in order to win Angelina's hand, he'll have to fight off Harry Seymour, his former principal, and the man who she once carried on a torrid affair with. Following an extended absence, Harry's emerged from Angelina's past to right his wrongs and convince her to spend the rest of his life with him.
After a long romantic dryspell that saw her doubt that she'd ever be with a man again, Angelina suddenly has two men competing for her affections. The amorous woman is in sex heaven - reliving her youth, when men lined up around the block to date her. Preying on Tom and Harry's intense physical attraction for her, Angelina gleefullly bounces between the two men's beds.
It's youth, vitality and inexperience vs. age, (relative) wealth and history. At stake is the love and lust of the feral Angelina, a woman whose libido knows no bounds.
"Good morning, darling," Angelina Lione said pretentiously, as she swept into the Riverdale Middle School library on the Monday morning after Thanksgiving break.
"Good morning, Angelina. Oh, and good morning, Principal Seymour, nice to see you," responded the surprised assistant librarian Nancy Allums, looking up from the reference desk to see her boss unexpectedly accompanied by the school's former head educator.
"Ah...hello, Mrs. Allums," Harry answered, somewhat sheepishly, knowing full well that the cat was now most definitely out of the bag as to his romantic relationship with Angelina, if it wasn't already. "Well...ahh...good to see you again. Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I'm going to walk around and visit some of the old teachers before school starts."
"Of course, darling," Angelina said. "You will drop back in the library before you leave, though, right?"
"Oh, sure," he answered, anxious to be on his way.
"Grand," she purred, turning her face to the left. Harry picked up on the cue and planted a quick kiss on his lover's cheek before exiting the library.
"Safe to assume you had a pleasant and restful break?" Mrs. Allums asked Angelina, with a raised eyebrow, seconds later when Harry was out of earshot.
"Well..." Angelina said, pondering the question, while she shed her fur coat and peeled the brown leather gloves off her hands. "...it was most certainly pleasant, but I wouldn't exactly call it restful. I think the most sleep I got this four-day weekend were the times when I fainted from orgasming. Let's see...I saw Thomas on Wednesday night. Harry came over Thanksgiving night after the relatives left. Thomas took me out on Friday night. Saturday, I saw both Thomas and Harry; Thomas and I had a nooner and for dinner Harry took me out to an exquisite French restaurant in Manhattan. Then he stayed the night and we spent all of Sunday together in the house, talking, reading and making love. He spent the night again and this morning we made love in the shower. Ahh...it was bliss. That should tide me over til my dinner date with Thomas tonight."
"Wow, you had quite the busy weekend!" Things seem to really be heating up between you two...three...ummm...you know what I mean."
"Yes, I'm a very lucky woman, to have two eligible men fighting for me. I don't know how this could be any better for me."
"Well, maybe you could see if they're interested in a threesome."
Angelina leaned back and extended her left leg until the spiked heel of her brown leather boot forced the toe off the ground, gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling and casually slapped her gloves from her right hand into the left.
"Hmmm...a menage a trois," she considered, softly biting the long red nail of her index finger, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I hadn't thought of that."
"I was kidding, Angelina. But seriously it's been a few weeks now. Don't you think it's time to put one of them out of their misery and decide who you want to be with? How much longer can you string them along?
"Maybe you're right, darling. "This is tiring me out."
Mrs. Allum looked at her boss incredulously.
"Oh, you poor dear," she said sarcastically to her narcissistic and clueless boss. "Heaven forbid you consider anyone else's needs. Okay, so if you had to choose today, who would it be?"
"Well, Thomas got off to a rough start, but has made a nice comeback in the past couple weeks," Angelina said, offering her sex scouting report. "Our love life is just as good now as it was that first weekend we got together. And I do adore him so. He's young, handsome and virile. But Harry has remained consistently romantic and never fails to pleasure me. And I can't dismiss or forget our extensive history together. I loved him for the six years we were together and now he's charmed his way back into my heart. Plus, he has the financial means to spoil me more so than Thomas does."
"Okay then. So, who's it going to be?"
"Do I have to decide right now?"
"YES! I think the time has come."
"Very well then. Harry. It has to be Harry."
"Good. Now, when will you break it off with Tom?"
"How about in two more weeks?"
"Angelina!!"
"Oh, but he's such a good love maker. Can't I keep him around for another fortnight?"
"ANGELINA!!"
"Oh, okay. I'll break it off with Thomas after our date tonight."
"How soon after 'that' are you talking about?'"
"Why, after I let him make love to me one last time, of course."
"What?! No. The right thing to do is break up with him during dinner. You don't see how wrong it would be to have sex with him and THEN end your relationship?"
"Of course, darling, but his dick is just sooo big and it feels sooo good in my vagi..."
"ANGELINA, please! I don't need to hear how well-endowed your lover is or how he pleasures you."
