A sequel of sorts to the story "Pursuit Of the Hirsute", and the story tags attached along with the title and category indicate the subject matter. This is not a love story and is rather rough-edged.
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Cara is a middle aged librarian who from her appearance fits a lot of stereotypes. A plain and rather mousy woman who wears a minimum of make-up and does little to enhance her looks, she rules the public floor of the library with an iron fist, saving her most caustic comments for the men she has to deal with.
To say that Cara didn't like men would be an understatement. She had loathed them for as long as she could remember, the way they would always be sniffing around and staring at her, ogling her large bust and making crude comments that finally drove her to wearing breast compression bands around her chest.
Combined with the baggy tops she favored this achieved the desired effect of making her rather shapeless, and while it was a bit uncomfortable it was a lot better than having men gawk at her. She knew what they were thinking and Cara wasn't interested.
Her position afforded Cara contact with a number of young women, enough to where Cara had very few lonely nights that she couldn't have filled if she wanted, but Cara was particular. She wasn't drawn to just any girl but had preferences and they were clear.
Cara liked younger women, and if they were half her age or less that was okay with her. Cara preferred that the girls be innocent as well. Innocent, naive or just plain dumb was all the same to her, only these days it seems that there weren't as many of those as in the past, especially in the state capitol area she lived and work in.
Cara loved submissive women, which wasn't surprising given her very dominant personality that sent unsuspecting people of both genders cowering when the chose to defy her. Many was the man sent packing at the library when they dared defy her, and if a girl didn't know her place she wasn't adverse to knocking them down a few pegs as well.
Her other preference - others had called it a fetish and she had never denied it - was that she favored hairy women. The sight of a lovely mound smooth as butter revolted her and that love of hair extended to the rest of the women's body as well. How hairy was too hairy? Cara laughed at that thought because she didn't think it was possible.
Things were so much different now than back in her school days when it seemed half of the girls on campus were free spirited women with hairy armpits and then some didn't remove any of the hair from their bodies. Those were the days, Cara lamented. Now most of the girls walked around like plastic barbie dolls, and to Cara they seemed like empty headed bimbos.
So when the elevator repair company the state contracted with sent a couple of guys to repair the lift that serviced the libraries internal floors, Cara paid little attention until she took a better look, and then things changed.
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Cara passed by the open door of the elevator that was being serviced, her eyes examining the worker busy repairing the control panel inside. This was not the first time the head librarian had gone past there looking in on the workers, but it was the first time she had looked closely at the workers who had curtly dispatched the co-worker to check the readings on the main control panel.
The man who was apparently in charge and had been so authoritative in dismissing the other worker was not a man after all but a woman, and now close up Cara saw that the name patch on her blue company shirt read PHYL, short she assumed for Phyllis.
She shouldn't have assumed, Cara thought while mentally scolding herself. She loathed men for making assumptions about women and there she had been doing the same thing about this elevator repair person. She had heard the masculine sounding name, seen the rough features and the short black hair along with the rather muscular physique the sexless uniform only partially hid, so when Cara heard her coarse voice ordering the other worker around she had just assumed.
Shame on me, Cara thought as she looked at the busy worker. She's a strident no-nonsense woman kicking butt in a male-oriented world just like I am, and Cara now looked at Phyl in a different light as she paused at the propped open elevator doorway.
Not my type, that's for sure, Cara noted, because while she was as gay as they come her tastes ran towards the timid and meek type girls who did her bidding. This Phyl was certainly not like that and Cara didn't approve of the chain link tattoos that encircled this Phyl's biceps either.
Phyl did have something that caught Cara's attention as she watched the worker prying open a stubborn metal plate, and the librarian sighed as she saw the dark black hairs peeking out from the edge of the short sleeved shirt when Phyl raised her arm.
Cara didn't even have to peek up the sleeve to see what she loved, and that would have been impossible in this case because Phyl's biceps were barely contained by the fabric and when her work caused her to flex her muscles the action threatened to make the sleeves rip open as her muscles bulged.
You're a hairy one alright, Cara deduced since the sleeves on the shirt were not all that brief which meant her armpit hair was long as well as plentiful, and as Cara's eyes went down the worker's masculine uniform she could only wondered whether the rest of Phyl was equally natural, since no flesh besides her arms were showing.
"This elevator's out of service," came the curt voice from Phyl in breaking the librarian out of her trance, dismissing Cara rudely like she had her own co-worker.
"Oh, I understand. I just happened to be going past and wanted to know how it's going. My name is Ms. Janowsky and I'm in charge of the public floor, but you may call me Cara."
"Bully for you," Phyl said without blinking or stopping her work. "It will be done by the end of the day. That fast enough for you Karen?"
"Uh yes, and it's Cara," the librarian said.
"Whatever."
"I think it's refreshing to see a woman doing a traditionally male job," Cara explained as the sleeve slid further up Phyl's arm exposing still more hair.
"It's a job," Phyl replied, and after looking up and seeing the librarian still standing there she asked, "You need something?"
"Sorry," Cara said and she felt her face blush, which was something that rarely happened with her, and then she leaned closer to the repair woman and explained in a subtle voice, "It's just that - well - I find you very interesting. You don't see woman as muscular as you every day, and I can't help noticing that you don't shave your armpits."
"Well, if your customers don't like it tell them not to look," Phyl said after glancing under her arm to see what had Cara's attention.
"They're called patrons, and I don't care what they think because I run the show here. Frankly, I find natural women intoxicating."
"That so?" Phyl asked as she looked up at the librarian. "You big on natural huh?"
"Very much so."
"Then why do you bind them down?" Phyl snickered, and when Cara gave the mechanic a confused look she explained, "Your tits. You are wearing a suppression band over them aren't you?"
"Why yes - how on earth did you know?" Cara asked, having never had anyone notice before while she was dressed.
"Let me guess - you don't like guys staring at your tits," Phyl suggested. "You have big ones on you? You're such a little thing it doesn't seem possible you have all that much on top."
"I'm - let's just say I'm busty," a noticeably flustered Cara responded as she looked around to make sure nobody was near.
"You always this tight-assed around people lady? All this busty and natural woman crap?" Why don't you say what you mean?"
"I don't understand," Cara replied.
"If you want to see how hairy and muscular I am, why don't you say so?" Phyl responded. "You know, you're so much like a stereotypical old biddy librarian that it's beginning to turn me on, and if you were to suggest you wanted to take me home and show me how big those strapped-down jugs of yours really are, I might just say yes."
"Well?" Phyl said after a moment of stunned silence. "Or do you have to ask your little girlfriend over there first? The one peeking at us from over by the front desk. The one who's pouting like she just lost her puppy?"
"Who? Laura?" Cara mumbled as she looked over at her administrative assistant who the librarian had recently dumped and was trying to get transferred away from here. "No. She's - she's nothing."
"I'll be done at 5 on the dot," Phyl announced and with that dismissed Cara and went back to work.
"What are you looking at?" Cara hissed as she walked past Laura whose eyes were brimming with what were about to be tears. "Get back to work."
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"Uh - would you like to go out for a drink or something?" Cara asked the mechanic as they met in the rear parking lot after work. "After you clean up or whatever?"
"I washed my hands," Phyl said as she waved her short stubby fingers towards the librarian, the nails virtually non-existent and the digits clean but rough looking. "You want me you take me as I am. Understood?"
"Why yes," Cara mumbled in response, set back on her heels again by this coarse woman, and while the librarian supposed that many of those who despised her would take pleasure at seeing the usually aggressive and demeaning Cara taking the abuse instead of dishing it out, she didn't know why she was actually absorbing it instead of walking away.
"I'll follow you then," Phyl said gruffly as she turned and headed towards a motorcycle parked on the side of the library.
"What are you doing Cara?" she asked herself aloud as she got into her car.
