An episode in the continuing saga of Cara, and this one includes a couple of women from previous stories, her underling Laura and the butch elevator mechanic Phyl, but the star of the show is as always, Cara. If you have read some of the earlier episodes, some of those get tied in with this but this should stand alone.
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Cara is a very real librarian with a sexual appetite that has only grown over the years, and her distinct preferences are polar opposites to her appearance, which can best be described as uber-librarian. Although the middle-aged dyke is a walking talking stereotype of women in her profession, Cara could not care less because she has only two interests in her life.
One interest is the library, a massive state agency where she is in charge of the circulation desk, and in Cara's mind the library is not the people's library but hers. Cara's hubris is snickered about behind her back but to the commissioner and those directly below him, she's the greatest thing since sliced bread because not only does she get things done she manages to control her public sector underlings with an iron hand, even managing to brush off any efforts by the union to reign her in.
Her second interest is women, and even though she had always tried to put career first at times her extreme and immoderate sexual appetite takes over, and she was aware that these needs have become stronger in recent years, even having her venture into situations where she was not the alpha female. It was as if she knew that time was ticking and she wasn't getting any younger.
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That point was driven home recently when Cara came home on a Friday night on edge, the week of not having sex taking its toll, but with circumstance leaving her options limited she decided to do something she rarely did these days, trolling a bar in search of a sweet furry female, sweet being the least important feature.
So Cara hurried to the bedroom and stripped down, trying not to look in the mirror that showed she was getting a bit thick in the waist and below. The rest of her body was fine, Cara reasoned as she unwound the compression band that bound her breasts down, and after it came off she hefted her massive bosom, kneading the doughy flesh so as to get the feeling back in them. Raising her arm she sniffed and after making a face reached for the unscented deodorant and sprayed a bit into the modest wisps of hair before looking in the closet for something to wear.
The librarian frowned when she realized that her wardrobe was probably out of date, and while the clothes she had was businesslike and of high quality it was what one person mentioned to her, "dowdy", Not much in the closet screamed party, or something that would attract a girl half her age, but then she saw a gray satiny top in the back and put it on, grimacing when she felt how snug it was, but a glance in the mirror gave Cara hope.
"Good grief," the librarian muttered as she tried to shift the blouse around so the open collar didn't expose her cleavage almost down to her waist because it was so snug, but with no other top that would work any better she put on a pair of black slacks and before she walked away from the mirror she snickered sarcastically ,"Come and get 'em girls."
As was her custom for the rare occasions she went out she drove about an hour to find a lesbian joint far enough away to make it less likely to be seen, and the minute Cara stepped into 'Ain't Nobody's Bizness' she remembered why she hated places like this. Bad music played loudly and attitude galore from staff and patrons, but there was a lot women parading around, attractive even though they all seemed drowning in makeup and likely waxed from the neck down.
Still, she was there so she tried to make the best of it, and when a stool at the bar open next to a skinny blonde Cara moved in. Seeing the fair down on the girl's arm gave her hope but a peek under her arm revealed nothing but smooth skin, and even though it was likely that there would be a bald mound down below she touched the girl's arm and asked if she could buy her a drink.
The girl gave her a shrug that Cara took for a yes, so after the martinis came Cara tried to make small talk as the blonde seemed more concerned about who else was in the place. The older woman explained that she was new here and was just looking for a friendly face so when she saw her...
"Is your hand stuck there?" the girl yelled over the jukebox as she looked at Cara's hand on her forearm with disdain.
"Sorry, it's just that you have such lovely arms," the librarian stammered. "You know, it's so loud here, would you like me to take you someplace where we can get to know each other?"
"What?" the blonde said as she raised an eyebrow, and after she looked down the front of the librarian's blouse she said, "My sister bought a pair of those, but she didn't go that big."
"What?" Cara replied, confused at first but recovered enough to say, "they're all real just like the rest of me. 100% natural, and if you want to find out for sure..."
"Look lady, thanks for the drink but come on," she snapped as she stood up and started to go. "If you want I can give you my Mom's number."
"What?" Cara yelled and grabbed the skinny girl's arm hard. "Do you know who you're talking to?"
A minute later Cara was out on the sidewalk, having been not so sweetly escorted out the door by a very efficient security person of indeterminate gender and as the invitation to never return the furious dyke stormed towards the parking lot through a herd of smokers, and on the ride home chastised herself for going to that dump for nothing.
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Saturday Cara woke up with a headache courtesy of the bottle of wine she drank after getting home, but she thought that part of that ache came from her being so damn horny. Proof of that was the way she went after the lipstick lesbian in that crappy bar, She had no appeal to the librarian and in retrospect Cara wished she had hit on that bouncer because she had a kind of Phyl look to her, and the fact was that Cara still hoped the elevators would break down so she could see Phyl again.
In the end Cara went to her pocket phone book and looked for the number of her 'when all else fails' girl - her outlet of desperation - and even though she knew she would regret it she leafed through to the F section while mumbling, "Laura where the hell are you?"
As the phone rang Cara pondered that if her clerk's on again off again piece of crap husband answered she would hang up, but even worse would be if Laura shot her down. It had never happened over the 4 or 5 times Cara had called her over the last decade, but the way things were going anything was possible and it that case she might go get her gun and blow her brains out.
As it turned out when Laura heard her voice she got excited and when the librarian invited her over Cara could almost hear her lap dog pee her panties as she accepted the invite, but after Cara hung up she knew that come morning she would regret this. The older woman had needs though, and for all that she loathed about her sniveling subordinate there was no doubting her devotion.
Laura was still hoping for that senior clerk position that Cara had been dangling in front of her when she first seduced her, and even though the state budgetary squeeze put that position on what seemed like eternal hold the girl still had hope, even though there was no way Cara would ever promote Laura no matter how hairy her pussy was. She lacked the necessary backbone for the job, plain and simple. There's a place for the hopelessly submissive, Cara mused with a smile, and she knew exactly where that was.
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The next morning Cara woke up with the sun, and as she came to she eased away from Laura who was nestled at her breast, where the librarian vaguely recalled her nursing on her nipple as she fell asleep. The older woman went to the bathroom, and after draining her kidneys looked at her disheveled face in the mirror and grimaced. After grabbing her toothbrush to get rid of the stale taste of pussy she opened her mouth and saw of couple of black hairs stuck between her teeth, which at least got her to laugh.
