As the early morning sun streamed through the skylight in the large, extensive main library; 'The Orbit Room', the dust particles from years of archived books were revealed, as they floated gently around on the still air of the room, joining in with the daybreak silence. In the center of the room, Dr. Tarrant loomed over a large, dark mahogany table; his knuckles supporting his weight, and his silver-rimmed glasses slipping off his nose as he leaned, absorbed in a book which lay spread open on the table below him. Every so often, his free hand, which he only used to occasionally flip a page, would move up to his silky, golden-brown hair, and dust his soft bangs out of his eyes, which would slowly begin fall back again. His breathing was virtually silent, but deep, and his chest appeared to be the only moving thing in the room. Normally, Dr. Tarrant would call for absolute silence. This was his library, his room, his quarters, and his mansion. Having no family or ulterior interests, Nathan lived and breathed his work. As he flipped the page once more, he reached end of the book, causing him to quietly sigh, close the book, and stand up straight. He closed his eyes, rolling his stiffened neck back and forth on his shoulders, before seemingly shaking his tension loose, and checking his wrist-watch. Nathan's dark blue eyes flickered to the large oak doors in front of him, which almost on signal creaked open. A young, slender woman crept around the door, and her face lit up immediately upon seeing Dr. Tarrant's presence. She was extremely attractive, with petite features, dark, creamy hair that fell past her waist, and large bright green eyes. She smiled at her mentor, flashing a straight set of pearly white teeth that lay behind her small, soft pink lips. In almost a whisper, she greeted him softly.
"Good morning, Doctor."
Nathan nodded once, before tossing the book he had previously been reading at her.
"It's confirmed. The remains we spotted on our trip two days ago were the Bronze Age remains. Dr. Toby Driver from the commissioners will be here at fourteen hundred hours today to discuss the publication and reservation of our rights on the find."
Nathan raised his eyes to hers, sending a chill down her spine, at which she took a few private moments to recollect her thoughts.
"I assume you made it clear I will be taking full accountability for the find?"
His eyes pierced through her skull and she felt her knees wobble.
"Y-yes, Doctor, of course," breathlessly, she added in the tone of an excited teenage girl, "You are the genius who discovered it, after all."
Nathan's head silently lowered as he pulled another book toward him and began to focus, his smirk concealed from her line of sight. She wavered momentarily, unsure of what she should do – or more importantly - what she was doing. After receiving her doctorate in Archaeology, Dr. Arianna Gold had begun a voluntary year-long contract as the assistant of Doctor Nathan Tarrant: one of the worlds's most esteemed and well-renowned archaeologists, after making several historically altering finds and having received several Nobel awards for each. Arianna, already infatuated with Dr. Tarrant's work prior to becoming his assistant, had found a rather different sort of infatuation with the Doctor begin to grow within her over the last few months, and she found herself - while previously an independent and in-control, assertive type of female – a now weak-kneed sullen puppy who was barely able to control herself at the sight of him. Her mind was racing when she jumped, startled, as Nathan's sharp voice cut through the air.
"That's all."
Arianna turned on her heel and left, cautious again as she passed through the impressive library doors to not disturb the Doctor. Walking down the long but narrow halls of the institution, with her footsteps echoing and the thought of Doctor Tarrant's eyes in her mind, Arianna found her body was beginning to behave irrationally. Normally, logic held her down, but today she found tingles running up her arms. Her pace increased, and she was charging down the hall, her brows furrowed and her eyes in slits. She couldn't hold it any longer. Arianna stopped in her tracks, looking desperately around for a place to hide, and turned the doorknob of the first room on her right. She rushed into, what she soon found to be, the boiler and laundry room, and threw herself down on a heap of clean clothes. Immediately, Arianna found it even harder to breathe than before, as large steam vents overhead, which channeled hot water throughout the mansion, released pressure and humidity into the room. Arianna soon found herself gasping for air, but her mind was slurring and she knew she needed to release the feeling if she ever hoped to continue her normal work. She hitched up her tight pencil skirt and raised her hips, her thumbs going underneath the sides of her white silk panties as she slid them down to her ankles. Wasting no time, her dainty fingers found their way to her smooth clitoris, and she began to rub it in fast, tight circles. Her head fell back and her chest heaved for air as she inhaled, only to find her exhale sounded rather like 'Ooh, Doctor.' She slipped her middle finger inside of her tight hole, and found herself dripping wet. Her lack of ability to compose herself around him only drove her on further, as her index finger kept vigorously stimulating her, whilst her middle pumped itself in and out of her soaking hole. Within no time, Arianna Gold has caused herself to climax, as she yelled out the Doctor's name into the steamy room, and the juices of her lust trickled down her skin. She lay there; head back, eyes closed and mouth wide open, as she tried to regain her breath and senses. Arianna stood up and put her panties and skirt back in their original place, fixed her hair and makeup in the reflection of a large washing machine, and proceeded back out of the door, closing it carefully behind her. Inhaling and exhaling the fresh air, she felt the ease seep back into her, as she continued normally down to her office. She felt confident that she had done all she needed to do, and was feeling optimistic that her future wouldn't be challenged further by her ridiculous behavior.
