The library is a large, well lit room, full of round tables w/chairs, scattered around and among the endless shelves and stacks of books. The room smells of book leather and weathered pages of literature.
I sit at my desk, which is neatly arranged with pens/pencils/stapler/computer etc.. I stare intently at the computer screen working. My hair is pulled back.. Partially. I am wearing glasses. My body is clad in a white button down dress shirt, first 3 buttons undone.. Hinting at cleavage and dare I say a naughty black lace bra. I have on a short grey skirt. And black pumps. My make up is natural.. A bit of mascara on the eyelashes.. And on my lips... nude/pink gloss.
Occasionally I hear a bubbling of laughter and conversation coming from a table just across from my desk. There are four of you sitting there.. Goofing off. I get up and walk to the table. I look at all of you and tell you to keep it down. This is a library. Not a bar. Or a social gathering place. You catch my gaze and give me a look of annoyance. I raise an eyebrow at you. "Is there a problem?" I ask. You reply no. You give me another smirk, irritating me.
I return to my desk. I go on w/my work.. Occasionally noticing continued laughter and talking coming from your direction.. Then all your friends leave and it's just you.. A quiet you. You get up and head toward the back of the library. After giving me one more "bitchy" look.
I watch you. I notice you have on a pink v neck tank top that hugs your curves. A black short skirt. Black heels. Long legs. Full breasts. A delicate neck. Porcelain skin.
I have a cart full of books needing shelved so off I go. After a few minutes, I come across you in the "erotic lit" section of the library. I need to put books away, but you impede my passing. I notice that you are standing on the third step of a ladder reaching for a top shelf book. This makes you have to reach up higher.. Causing your breasts to rise.. And the skirt to ride up your thighs. I catch a glimpse of flimsy black lace see thru panties.. And a full ass filling them.
I begin to flush at the thoughts going thru my head. I want to kiss you against the bookshelf. Cup a breast.. Or an ass cheek. You look at me and ask if you're in my way.. I reply no.. brush past you and put the books away.. Coming out of my daze.
You ask if the private reading/study room is available. I reply yes and tell you to sign in so you won't be bothered. You take a very naughty book w/you and off you go to the room.
I return to my desk. Work a while.. Then the cart is once again full and I need to make the rounds. I finally come up to the entrance of the reading room. There is a large rectangular glass window that allows me to see inside. You sit there in a chair.. Your feet propped up on the wooden table.. Reading.. You don't even know I'm watching.
Suddenly I feel an intense urge to go inside. I decide to use chastising you for your earlier behavior and attitude as an excuse. I enter. You look up pissed that I'm interrupting you. "Is there a problem?" you ask, throwing my earlier question back in my face.
"I just wanted to tell u that next time u and ur friends are here to keep it down.. Ppl need to study. In peace and quiet.. Not in the midst of giggling and conversation.." I reply.
You take an attitude with me. "It's a free country. We can talk/laugh all we want. You should learn to loosen up a little and not be so bitchy."
I glare at you. I open the door, pull my cart inside, and "click" the lock on the doorknob. Your eyes go to my face, nostrils flaring. You don't know what to expect. I walk toward you. Take the book from your hand and throw it to the floor. "I don't like sass or getting back talked. I was simply telling you the rules of the library. And you don't know me so don't tell me I need to loosen up. I think you need a lesson in manners. You're obviously lacking in that area... at least.. I say this as my eyes roam your body.