The Librarian (ch. 4-6)

Library Sciences

"And what better way to educate you than with a field you already know, to take you right back to the drawing board. Your new boss has deemed you lacking Amber, and in desperate need of re-training."

One book on the shelf became lit with golden light, pulling itself out of its confines and floating along into Amber's hands; Katrina bit her lip at how hot the sight of the supervisor's body remaining doll-like, but her hands rising by puppet strings of golden light shining on her forearms to receive the book. Head lolling down, Amber seemed lost to the world, gaze sinking into a floor she stood firmly upon, until the book opened and the edges of the places, laced in yellow energy framed the border of her attention. A new phrase left Katrina's lips as she only had realized they just moved to say something.

INDOCTRINATE

Watching Amber's eyes move across the open pages, she could tell that words or visuals were popping up at different places, perhaps random in placement and abridged in message, but it all changed as the light shined all over her face and took her into a re-training space.

The golden light went away around Amber, replaced by the sunlight shining into the Arwood library. Everything down to her clothes resembled the first day of employment.

"Hello Amber, welcome to your retraining," a tutoring voice in her head spoke. "Do you know what a librarian's function is?"

Amber stared amongst the student body, thankful they couldn't hear the same voice and didn't know only she could hear it, balancing the nervousness of looking crazy and screwing up over the curtain or veil pulled over her senses. In the auditorium of her mind, everyone else was in the audience, never aware they were waiting for a show, while Amber stayed backstage, the insistent guidance of Katrina's thralling voice was her only company.

"It's to document, collate, categorize, and maintain records kept within a depository of books and materials," the voice handily supplied the answer Amber had yet to give. Some part of her expected to be scolded for not even answering, keenly aware of her unguarded ego, but she was treated with compassion for her mistake, something the old Amber was never taught before or after she was given any measure of power. Acting on an unspoken initiative, Amber moved around the library to begin to assume her duties.

"Very good, Amber," Katrina's praise sent tingles across every muscle moving to fulfill its purpose. In the span of a few minutes, or possibly several shifts, checked-out books and other materials were put back into place, records were cleanly kept, and the library was looked pristine.

"That's so wonderful, Amber. You preformed your duties well. But do you think your duties are that of a librarian?"

The pride Amber felt weakened in the middle of the university library, feeling like she'd done everything she was supposed to, but hollowed in the sense that that wasn't enough. The voice asked the question she took too literally, afraid of the answer she let Katrina utter.

"You are merely a trainee, Amber, and the position of librarian has already been filled by me of course. The only position you may aspire to from your lowly stature is that of librarian's assistant, and that requires a test. Are you ready to be tested?"

Warm shivers turned cold down Amber's spine as she was presented with a fateful aptitude exam. A slight nod was her only answer, and the voice disappeared from her head, only to show up at her side from Katrina's smiling face.

"Alright, then let's try some teleplay, where I'll be a patron looking to donate an important collection of information, and it's your job to meticulously determine where it belongs in the library. And as that patron, I believe my donation would best be kept here..." Katrina led Amber into the stacks, away from prying eyes. So nervous about her exam, it totally escaped the trainee's attention that the facade of the day-lit library lapsed to the midnight library of the ceiling world again.

"So for our role-play, in building an addition to the library is not that different from building a structure. Think of what goes into the struts, where hard, unbendable steel was once a golden, molten substance." The gold from the book crept across her skin like liquid steel, filling the space where it could solidify.

"The patron could ask, 'tell me where my commands belong,' and you could show me."

As if speaking to the gold more than Amber herself, energy flowed from the book flowed in waves across her forearms, biceps, shoulders, sinking into her torso, trailing her nervous system all the way down to her feet. It was a heavy sensation that oddly made Amber pleasantly light-headed.

"Excellent, they belong exactly there, where you move with purpose to comply; you'll act on my orders before you even get a chance to think about them. And if the patron asks 'tell me, where can I find your most erogenous of zones...'"

A whining gasp escaped quieted lips as the energy moved to highlight her chest, neck and crotch, with golden hands teasing pleasure centers, only to also shift to a sensitive tummy, under her armpits, and at the soles of her feet. Helpless giggling couldn't be held back as the light in her crotch only got brighter. Katrina had never heard of someone with a tickle fetish, but the laughter seemed contagious as Amber was worked up more and more. Floating above the ground, cradled in the power, she nearly curled up into a ball as the arousal built up, nearly to a zenith. Giggling and moans turned to tears as the golden fingers knew how to leave Amber just at the edge, and slow their movements to keep her there.

"Wow, a power fetish, and a tickle fetish...in the same person. For you amber that seems very...off. I think you would be much more in-harmony with yourself if you could dedicate your energies to one or the other."

METAMORPHOSE

Gratified eyes watched as a portion of the energy from the book shifted to the trainee's head, sinking into a deep part of the cerebral make-up. Amber struggled against it without understanding why, primally aware of a deep part of herself forced to change. Energies from her other erogenous zones, the ticklish parts, connected in her body until cerebral portion flashed a blinding gold for a second, and Amber devolved into uproarious laughter that filled the silent chamber.

"Outstanding, Amber, you've categorized where those belong perfectly, and made proper adjustments so the seed of your arousal will never be contaminated with falsities like you in power. And lastly, 'where do your thoughts belong...'"

The various pockets of golden-yellow filtered up to her mind, highlighting symbols across her whole body before arriving at her head where her eyes took on the same color. Everything to Katrina's eyes showed the energy circularly-cycling in her brain, until started to flow back into arms and into the book she held. Pages and pages of symbols filled many pages, while the brainless Amber stood still, a puppet totally separated from even the idea of strings.

"I am the librarian." Katrina declared, watching the energy flow from the book back into her, glowing symbols on her face lighting up.

"You are the librarian," Amber emptily agreed.

"You are the librarian...slave," Katrina qualified the true title of Amber's new position.

"I am the librarian slave."

"Your pleasure is dependent on obedience."

More giggles erupted as Amber spoke on command. "My...hahh..pleasure is de-hahaha-pendet on obedienc-haha."

"As above, so below..." Katrina's face shined in symbols too, looking up to see their real-world avatars.

"As above, so below." Both women felt the connection to whom they in their above-selves.

Katrina took a deep breath as she drew a considerable amount of energy from the tome to utter one more phrase.

CONSUMATE

Everything spoke between them, and everything else communicated through the energy felt...finalized, full understandings absorbed by Amber, and by Katrina understanding Amber's place in this shadowy world. With the hand unattached to the tome, Katrina's hand formed the shape of a book held, before bringing her fingers together. Amber's book shut, and with it her formed vanished, the remainder of her residing in the book.

Back at Her Apartment

All that Katrina knew sometime after was a comfortable darkness, slowly coming off the satisfying high of a luxurious dream. A deep inhaling made her aware of her body, the easy breath that slightly stirred relaxed muscles, aching in only the right ways, after what felt like a gratuitous slumber. Sunlight pouring in her room hit part of her body told her how early it was as she yawned gloriously, just breathing, and thinking of the crazily-satisfying dream.

"Mmmmm," Katrina thought to herself, vaguely remembering the fantastic, erotic details filling her tingling brain and body. Mostly used to dreams reflecting depressing days or unhappy responsibilities, it felt like she was being rewarded for all she dealt with on a daily basis. She stretched her body mostly under the sheets, opening her eyes slowly to glance over at the clock on her nightstand. Without her glasses on, it didn't hit her at first what the L.E.D. told her about the day of the week. She never felt this good in the morning except for Sundays, her day off. But even blurry vision told her she was looking at TUES, and not SUN denoting the day. Grabbing her glasses, horror was confirmed that she'd slept in on a weekday. Panic in her wide eyes shot through the rest of her, shocked into action to get to open the library which she needed to open past the opening time. Amber would rip her a new one when she found out.

Swinging her legs off of the bed, she hastily started to look for last night's clothes to put on to get her very late day started. A moan from behind startled her, and whose moan it was almost made her jump out of her skin - Amber was sleeping next to her, just about naked except for a pair of black panties slid halfway down her thighs. Her hand covered what the panties should have, moving deliberately across her crotch, despite the deep sleep she seemed to be still lost in.

"No...no...it was a dream...it-" Looking down next to the top she wore the night before was the large tome that was the source of all the craziness invading her life in the past ten hours.

Picking up the large book, she was afraid to open it, afraid and eerily excited for the magic to be again as wantonly as before. Throwing it open with force, she stared down at blank, white pages that remained as they were. Confusion danced across Katrina's features as her fingertips flipped through all the pages, running her fingertips across some of them, trying to prompt the same reaction to prove whether she was crazy. The book gave her nothing, as harmless and uninspiring as all the textbooks strewn around her room.

Standing in the middle of her room in only her bra and jeans, she could only piece together the previous night from what was. Everything seemed normal, from her attire to the apparent passage of time; only Amber's sleeping, masturbating form hinted at her dreams being the reality she dared not believe was real for her sanity. The more she reached into her memories to piece things together, the wetter she got; she had to take her pants off before they stained with her excitement. There was even a jolt of excitement in hearing her roommate leaving her room to go to the kitchen to get coffee. If she caught Katrina and Amber together, suggestively so in the private confines of the librarian's room, scandalous rumors would disseminate too quickly to quell; she kept herself from laughing at the ridiculousness of "if only they knew all of this was due to a magic book."

It was at that thought that Katrina heard Amber stirring herself awake, yawning, eyes opening to see a frightened subordinate turning to meet her gaze, waiting for a reaction.

Confused Amber

Fluttering eyelids followed by a luxurious yawn was Amber's first conscious greeting into the new day, already seeped into a decadent blend of pleasure and confusion. Soft eyes avoiding the sunlight peered across the bed to unfamiliar surroundings and wall-hangings. She looked down to find her sheet were just as unfamiliar as waking with a stroking hand between her legs she didn't feel inclined to stop.

Her head was swimming a little, as if coming off of a night of hard drinking, but the hangover took place below the waist. She laid her head back on the pillow beneath her, trying to piece together the night before, eyes darting back and forth to remember what happened as she was finishing her shift at the library. She was giving Katrina the last task for the night probably, probably ensuring she would handle something officially meant of Amber to handle. She didn't know why just thinking about Katrina or that name made her ever-stroking hand bring her to intimate spots that helped with the soft orgasm she was building up to.

Absently turning her head away from staring at the drab ceiling, she suddenly gazed upon the last person she remembered from last night, just very different. The mousy subordinate she loved bossing around stood just in jeans and a bra, posing in a way meant to accentuate assets Amber never would've guessed she had. A hand resting on one hip like Amber would do for interested parties, and the other brought an index finger to her lip, requesting silence.

Amber meant to gasp and scoff at Katrina standing there, but it came out as a gawking sound, bordering a soft squealing noise. Katrina's pursed lips curled into a small grin, as she approached her occupied bed with a gracefulness she hoped made it seem like seduction came naturally. She pressed the index finger to Amber's lips, and moved her own towards her ears.

"I know you've got nothing but questions on your mind, but I would stay silent before my roommate hears you and starts to make conclusions we can't readily verify. She's a regular gossip rag, and I've never had any juicy tidbits for her worth sharing across campus...before last night. The rumors and stories they'd tell about us would be pretty fantastic, but I wonder if they'd exceed what happened last night. Speaking of, I have a lot of blanks from last night," Katrina half-lied. "Can you remember anything that happened?" Katrina's finger trailed down her lips sensually to let Amber speak finally.

"Uhhhhmmmmm..." Silent stalling filled the air during a hard search of inaccessible memories, buried under the result of their mysterious night. She shook her head, then blinked hard trying to refute what probably was with logic.

"I have a boyfriend though," Amber complained in a whisper. "I wouldn't have..." she looked across the room to find only evidence to the contrary. "I mean...I'm not..." her eyes grazed across Katrina's skin, trying not to bite her lip as she knew how good it tasted over a cascade of kisses, highlighting the only memory that was coming back to her.

"I get it. I didn't think I wouldn't have...or that I was either..." sympathetic tones breathed over an open ear and part of Amber's throat jumbled more of the supervisor's supposedly-established reality, tremors across heated skin shaking foundations in-flux.

Beneath the temptress facade, Katrina was nearly petrified the moment Amber started to stir, knowing that her boss was likely to have a range of emotional and physical reactions to her disposition, none of which would've ended well for the librarian. Not expecting Amber to be still swimming in a fog of confusion, Katrina decided to role play as a knowing dominant, keeping her submissive off-balance before she could cause any kind of trouble. She never expected it to work, nor did she expect both of them to grow wetter from it.

"But I guess when you get the right two people together, perusing over the right topic..." Katrina's free hand reached beneath the covers where she stealthily placed the tome. Bringing it out almost stagily, Amber's eyes that went wide, a large-enough explanation unlocking possible memories.

"God, what you did to me with this..." Katrina said, running the spine of the tome down her throat, over her chest and taut belly.

"I...I did...?"

The flood of anger she knew would come from Amber once the familiar book was revealed was cleverly-halted with the implication that everything was actually Amber's doing, that mousy Katrina transformed into seductress Katrina solely based on Amber's desires.

"I never knew I could want to be like this before you," Katrina whispered a half-truth. "I never knew you wanted me like...this. Whatever you did with this book, really...unlocked the me you wanted."

The confusion took over every thought, easily achieved as many thoughts were burned away, watching the tome spine being rubbed against the crotch of Katrina's jeans. She nearly grinded against it before shaking herself aware, but still aroused.

"Thank you," she bent down to kiss Amber on the lips, who thoughtlessly reciprocated back, having to pull herself away before one tongue dueled the other. Amber leaned forward to continue the coupling, beginning to kiss Katrina's neck as more whispers came to her ear.

"Can I do anything else for you before you have to leave?"

Those words jogged Amber's memory towards the day ahead to realize that she was already late for something. Hastily leaving bed and finding all her clothes, Amber wordlessly rushed to leave with everything she thought she came with, roommate rumors be damned as she left Katrina's bedroom without a thought. Katrina fortunately knew her roommate was already lone-gone halfway into her deception, and knew the truth about rumors spreading could be averted for now.

Her co-worker having left without a word, Katrina threw herself on the bed and finished herself off with drenched fingers for a climax the whole situation she diffused was building towards. It quickly became multiple orgasms as the entire night and magical occurrence replayed in her head, knowing it led to a compromised Amber. She had a class to attend as well that morning, but couldn't care less as she went to get a big drink of water to prevent dehydration, and stared at the tome, wondering what she should do or expect next with it in her possession.