Another story about Cara, a dominant lesbian librarian whose tastes were not mainstream, and Phyllis Gross, an elevator mechanic who serviced the library's lifts and took a liking to the arrogant woman who ran the show. A lesbian themed story with strong fetish appeal. Sensitive readers should read story tags before continuing.
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Cara watched her friend/lover Nancy walk across the public floor of the library after giving her a subtle nod, and as Cara's eyes followed her long slender legs she came to the conclusion that all things considered, life was pretty good. The uproar regarding that infamous video of her waltzing around naked and toying with her occasional lover Laura while the entire thing was filled without the middle aged librarians knowledge was embarrassing, but in the end it helped her gain a friend and lover.
They come and they go, Cara mused to herself. Laura departs, and despite it all Cara regretted the way it ended. Nancy, the long and lean head of Research, had been there in her time of need and she was good company and a nice lover. Her furry parts were just as the creator made her, and while she was no Laura in the hair department Nancy was fine.
Still, although she was happy with the way things were with her fellow librarian over the last 2 months, with the two getting together one weekend night a week, Cara felt there was something missing. Nancy was her age, actually a couple of years her senior, and that was new for Cara who had always gravitated to women much younger. Nancy's androgynous body was almost devoid of curves, but while Cara had always been turned by small breasted women and Nancy certainly filled the bill there, there was something bland about her. There was no edge to their love making. and Cara had begun to yearn for something exciting.
Usually all it would take would be for her to think of the time she went to that horrible lipstick lesbian bar and got thrown out, or just as bad the time she let herself get picked up by that tattooed woman with the pussy that had been shaved long enough ago to make her mound look like a porcupine. Remembering that still made Cara dry heave, but she concluded that in the end she was the type of woman who would never be satisfied.
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"We've got another prisoner," a clerk at the front desk quipped when the sound of the emergency button of the elevator rang out, the same staff only elevator that only went to the floors the collection was on, and Cara went over with the keys needed to at least get the thing down to the main floor.
Nobody was on it, just a cart of books that an employee put on there and sent it down while taking the stairs, and that was something a lot of staff did to avoid getting stuck. Cara put the 'out of order' sign on it and shut it down, and reluctantly went to call the company contracted to repair the thing. The librarian knew who would likely come to fix the aging lift, and she made a mental note to make herself scarce to avoid seeing that woman again.
That woman was Phyl and Cara regretted ever getting involved with her to begin with, because she was as rude and crude as a dozen dockworkers combined and seemed to revel in how obnoxious she was. Cara did acknowledge that she was initially interested at first because she was so different and she did have features that excited her, but after she barged in on that fateful day and dragged poor Laura into the staff ladies room, forcing herself on the innocent and then getting physical with her? No more of that even if Laura was gone.
As it turned out Cara was busy in the stacks when the repair person came and when the boss returned to the public area one of her clerks said that the elevator repair person had arrived and was working on the problem. Cara casually asked if she noticed who the company had sent and the woman made a face and said "I think it was a woman - here's her work order - Phyllis Gross."
The clerk snickered at that and Cara shook her head at the name which seemed to fit the butch, and then the librarian left to make herself scarce. Phyl Gross, she mused as she took some books that had been cataloged incorrectly and headed for a terminal in the back, keeping her eye out for the woman and hoping the thing got fixed fast.
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Cara had been hiding behind an aisle of books on the level below the public floor. watching the open elevator door. Cara had gotten down there and had watched the broad shouldered elevator operator from behind, her blue uniform shirt a darker blue from the sweat stain that ran up her spine. Phyl had reached up and effortlessly pulled herself up through the hatch in the cab and while she had to get back to work Cara found herself staying there and waiting.
The woman had looked even rougher than usual with her short black hair now standing up straight, and from the way she cursed as she threw tools into her tool box the librarian was glad that they weren't on a public floor or she would have no choice but to confront her.
"Hey Jugs!" bellowed the raspy voice behind her, and Cara was so startled she dropped the book she had been holding. "Get a good look from here?"
"I - I was just looking to see if the elevator was fixed yet," Cara stammered.
"Almost," Phyl replied and after taking a step back and looking Cara up and down she grinned that diabolical grin. "Look at you. Is that a little lip gloss? And your tits, they aren't strapped down quite as much. Either that or they're getting so big that the elastic band can't hold them in."
"Don't be vulgar," Cara said and cringed when the butch put her hands on the shelf behind Cara and leaned closer.
"Getting all girly these days? Trying to get people not to think you're the most closeted dyke in the department?"
"I have work to do," Cara said but couldn't get around Phyl's muscular arm so she stayed and blinked from the aroma.
"What the matter? You don't like my perfume?"
"Don't you ever bathe?"
"Of course I do. After you get off today we could go to your place and after you lick me from head to toe I'll let you give me a shower."
"Hardly. I'm shocked your company would permit you to represent them, giving the way you act and your callous disregard for hygiene."
"They put up with me for the same reason your bosses put up with you. I get the fucking job done. I bust my ass and sweat like a horse. These jerks I work with are as old as your elevator but they don't know what they're doing. They need me. They don't like me," Phyl chuckled. "The receptionist at our office? I heard she had a nickname for me she used when I wasn't around so I confronted her about it. She thought I was going to kick her ass but I finally got her to say it. Phylthy. Get it? I laughed my ass off."
"Your girlfriend isn't here any more, or so I was told.," Phyl continued after she stopped laughing. "You know, the one I was fingering in your toilet? Remember? And you got so jealous."
"Laura? She wasn't my girlfriend and I was not jealous."
"She sends her regards."
"Laura?"
"Yeah, we got together last week."
"Nonsense, she would never go with you anywhere."
"I went to her place," Phyl explained. "Not hard to find out things about you public employees like addresses. I hate going to that side of the river. It makes my skin crawl, and her apartment? What a dump. Nowhere near as nice as your house."
"I don't believe any of this," Cara retorted as she got a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and then listened as Phyl recited Laura's address.
