It'd been almost a week since my weird encounter in the woods and I'd churned the event around in my head enough to turn it into curiosity. I made a decision to stop by the Library after work and see what they had on witch craft, arcana and other just plain weird rituals.
I walked in the door, the setting sun throwing my shadow before me. It wasn't very crowded. Overhead florescence lights lit the evenly spaced book cases. There was a very modern feel to this place. And then...something else that twitched at my gut. There was a child's reading area over in the corner to my left with a few toddlers being read to by a matronly old woman, all of them sitting on a multi colored carpet. A few high school kids sitting at the long grey metallic and Formica tables. Sound was deadened by ceiling tiles. The library had that sterile, clinical smell they all share, sorta musty but devoid of real scent.
I avoided the big wooden counter that hid all but the tops of the librarian staff's heads. After ten minutes of wandering aisles I knew I needed some help.
I walked back to the counter. There was only one person behind the counter. She was engrossed in a computer screen. This gave me a chance to look her over. Long tawny hair the color of straw with lighter highlights. A thick, luscious mane that trailed down over her shoulders. She had a round face and a cupid bow mouth. Her bra and blouse were doing yeoman's work constraining her large breasts. Full and round. The top two buttons were showing the strain. She did expose a very nice bit of cleavage. Very professional, not over done or trashy, just enough to pique a man's interest.
She clicked with her mouse then looked up at me. Her deep blue eyes met mine. For a brief second there was an almost electric jolt and a vague niggling in my brain that I knew this woman. She looked at me with somewhat of a question, as if she had the feeling too. Maybe we'd met before at a party of something. A name tag hung for its dear life from her left boob, suddenly a nipple gave it a leg up, a thick shelf to rest itself upon. She cleared her throat," May I help you?" she said. There was a lot she could help with at this time, like the sudden swelling in my dark blue cargo shorts. I got my shit together though and said," I'm looking for information on the occult."
"I bet you are." She said leaning over the desk behind the counter resting her sizeable tits and now comfortable and safe name tag that read "Morana" on the desk top. The name struck a memory but I couldn't quite place it. She had a look about her...a cat suddenly seeing a brave little rat, something interesting to play with. I was getting a little nervous. Her bright smile settled me down as she pushed back in her chair and stood up. She wasn't tall, about five four. Wide at the hips and round at the ass. Her knee length black skirt accentuated both. She beckoned me to follow with a manicured finger. The polish on it the same dark red that stained her lips.
There was a gentle tug at my middle, like a leash attached to my hips. I followed her through canyons of books, some shelves far apart others so close my shoulder brushed them. We wound around and through several passages. I was almost disoriented, the hypnotic movement of Morana's waist and perfect glutes didn't help. She must work out, and do a lot of squats I thought to myself. I found myself getting a little chubby as I followed her.
I knew that this place couldn't be this big. We went down a few steps then turned and down a flight in a well-lit stairwell "I didn't know this place was this big" I mumbled to myself.
"Oh, it is a lot bigger than a lot of people think." She waved a dismissive hand that felt as if it was brushing my chest even though she was several feet in front of me.
She stopped in front of a door and pulled a card from her waistband and pressed it against a monitor, a buzz then a click and she threw her shoulder into it pushing open the obviously heavy door. She smiled again, like the cat just before it pounces. The lights came on without hitting a switch, must have been a motion sensor in here. Morana strode to the center of the room, standing beside a square grey table. It had the same white top and stamped metal legs as the ones upstairs. She turned in a swift motion throwing her hands wide over her head. She slammed me with that brilliant smile declaring "This is our most secure room of the occult."
I looked at shelves from floor to ceiling with leather bound, cloth bound and some paperback books. I even saw a row of shelves holding scrolls. There were about ten rows in all. We stood in the middle, five to our right five to the left and a row on the back wall. There was an acrid smell to the room. Leather and beeswax in a musty mix with an almost damp, mildew smell. I looked for a dehumidifier. She pulled out a chain and with a slightly strained smile told me "Sit." Again, the jerk from my waist drew me to the wooden chair. It was stained dark with a paisley cushion.
