"Are you sure it's okay, Amelie?" the young, library volunteer asked her trainer as she zipped up her coat.
"It's totally fine!" Amelie smiled back at the short, redheaded girl, Lily. "We're in a good place. All I have to do is process the rest of the returns which won't take long. You have fun!"
"Thank you so much, I'll see you on Friday!" Lily grinned widely at Amelie before running out the door to her car.
Amelie sighed as she continued working on the large bin of book returns. The library was practically empty, which was unfortunately common. The libraries had been struggling for the last couple of years, and the book sales and fundraisers had been helpful, but not nearly enough. Amelie chewed her lower lip as she tried to come up with new ideas to save the libraries.
As Amelie slipped into deep thought, a tall man walked into the library and headed straight towards the adult mystery section. He was tall, had silvery graying hair, and was very regal. His outfit was expensive and made him look very out of place in the colorful, if slightly dingy, library.
"The library will be closing in fifteen minutes, please bring all check-outs to the front desk soon," Amelie announced over the loudspeaker before settling onto her stool and re-opening the book she been reading about beekeeping. Mentally cataloging the tasks she had left as she read, she never noticed the tall man observing her through several stacks of books.
Henry observed the young librarian with a wicked grin. He had been coming to the library for several weeks now and knew Amelie's night routine very well. When the clock struck ten, she would lock the doors, check the bathrooms, and finish the returns. Then she would replace the books on their shelves and leave. All he had to do was wait.
...
Fifteen minutes later, Amelie stood from her stool and went to lock the doors. On the way back, she checked both bathrooms before sitting down to finish the small pile of returns she had yet to finish. Glancing at the clock, she loaded the books and CDs onto a rolling cart and began replacing items where they belong. Henry's heart pounded with anticipation as he watched the auburn-haired librarian meander through the library. Today she was wearing a clingy, black skirt that ended mid-thigh with a black and white striped shirt that accentuated her breasts' plumpness and shape. Henry felt a stirring in his trousers as he imagined Amelie's skirt bunched up around her waist and her breasts in his firm grip. He struggled to stay quiet as she worked her way through the shelving just before his.
Amelie stood on her tiptoes to place the woodworking guide back in it's place when she heard steps behind her. Before she could turn, a large hand had clamped itself over her mouth and it's companion had a found it's way around her waist. She released a muffled scream as Henry struggled to sandwich her between himself and the bookcase against the wall.
"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth," Henry's deep voice whispered in Amelie's ear, "You will not scream, do you understand?" Amelie stood frozen for a moment before nodding in defeat, realizing that her assailant was not only larger than her, but also had a very firm pin on her.
"Who are you?" she whimpered as his hand lifted from her lips and she struggled to turn and face her attacker.
"That's not important right now," Henry shushed her, grasping her firmly by the neck and keeping her faced towards the wall. "Just relax," he said seductively, trailing his other hand teasingly up and down the backside of her thighs. The thin material of her nylons rubbed deliciously against his fingertips and only helped to increase the strain his cock had placed on the front of his pants.
