Maryanne had the shock of her life when she learned that her husband had a gambling addiction. Worst of all, she discovered that they owed almost eight thousand dollars to some shady bookie. The whole situation was a disaster. But she could not leave her husband, Todd. She loved him, and she was a devout Christian. She married for life; divorce was unthinkable. Their debt was simply God's way of testing them. She would find a way, surely.
As lead clerk at the library, Maryanne was expected to count the money and leave it locked in the safe. One night after everyone had gone home, she sat going through the zippered pouches of money. As a busy city library, they took in a surprisingly large amount every day. She thought how easy it would be just to take a little each day until the debt was paid.
She shook her head, horrified. What was she thinking? And yet the thought nagged her. As days went by, she realized there was a part of her that was determined to do it. Todd had promised that he would never gamble again, and that it was only the matter of paying off his debt so they could think of moving forward again in their lives. They wanted children. How stupid would it be if they permanently held off on having a family because of Todd's mistake?
So each night it began. She took a little from the pouch, usually a roll of twenties, and put it in her purse. It seemed so simple. And who would know about it? The money went to the city's slush fund, anyway. It wasn't like she was actually stealing. But after a week she at last had the courage to count the money she had taken. She was at home--Todd was in bed, not even he knew what she was doing for him, for them. With trembling fingers she undid the rubber bands and counted. No, it wasn't enough. At that rate the debt wouldn't be paid for five years or more. The next night she started stealing more. And then more after that.
It was on one of the nights when she was stuffing rolls of twenties into her purse that she heard a sound. Her heart stopped. Standing in the doorway of the office was Laura, the new clerk. She had a bicycle helmet on--she had been in the lavatory changing and had been forgotten about after everyone else had left. Maryanne had been careless. She should have checked the building first.
"What are you doing?" Laura asked, but with a tone that she knew full well.
"I'm... just counting the money."
"But putting it all into your purse?"
"No. No, I'm not."
Maryanne could not come up with a better reply than that. She was flushed, her heart was beating hard. She was caught! She couldn't believe how stupid she was.
"I think you were."
Laura smiled. She was young, about twenty, with short sandy-blonde hair and a freckled, cute face. She was a good clerk, very personable with customers, but a little irritating to Maryanne--she wasn't sure why.
"It's nothing," Maryanne said. "It's a mistake. Why don't you go home. I'll lock up, okay?"
Laura took off her bicycle helmet and stepped into the office. She was still smiling.
"That wouldn't be good if I told Becky about this, huh," she said, in her irritating manner. She had naturally strawberry-red lips which grinned and smiled in a wry, irritating manner.
"She would understand," Maryanne said, trying to control her quavering voice.
"I doubt it."
Maryanne knew she was right. Becky was not the type to shrug at such an accusation. If they did an audit surely they would discover that hundreds of dollars were missing--Maryanne lately had been so reckless that she didn't even bother to change the cash reports.
Laura seemed to be thinking. Her green eyes took in Maryanne and the situation. In truth, Laura had always been attracted to Maryanne--like every male in the building. Maryanne had long dark hair, a long neck, large breasts, and the most perfectly small waist she had ever seen on a female. It was truly incredible. Her ass was beautifully shaped; the view from the back of that ass leading to the impossibly narrow waist was a sight to behold. Her stomach was flat, and sometimes her shirt would ride up and Laura had a tantalizing glimpse of Maryanne's smooth belly. She also had a few peeks down Maryanne's shirt, those creamy breasts swaying in the V of her shirt.
But it was also true that she didn't particularly like Maryanne. She felt she was a bit snooty and cold, and had a holier-than-thou attitude. She was a right-wing Christian, and there was no way Laura could ever agree with such a person about anything. On top of that, the possibility that Laura was even bi-curious was remote.
And yet, it made her want her. She knew what she was thinking was crazy. She knew she should let the matter drop. But she couldn't shrug at little Miss Perfect Christian when she was caught so red handed. She had been horny all day, and she had been looking forward to the bike ride to give her some nice pressure in her crotch to help relieve the pressure. Now she had a better idea than a lousy bike.
"Look, I'll forget I saw the whole thing..."
"Oh, thank you!"
"But you have to do something for me."
"What?"
Laura smiled. Was she really going to do it? She hesitated until she saw a certain haughty expression come into Maryanne's face. That was enough. Her lips opened and she said it: "You have to... have sex with me."
