Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 13:32:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Linda the Librarian Part 4 {Jenna}(F/f reluc)[4!_] Authoritarian

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Chapter Four

Linda stressed about what to do about the 'Stacy' situation. She decided to
call Stacy to find out what she had to do for her not to tell anyone about
what happened AND to find out who the other girls were. She frantically
looked up her number in the phone book and dialed the number. After a
couple of rings, Stacy's mother answered. "Great," she panicked, "What
should I tell her?"

"Uh, hello Mrs. Parker, this is Linda Stanton the librarian, is Stacy
home?"

"No. Did she do something?" she asked sounding annoyed.

"Well, no, but a book she was looking for came in and I wanted to give it
to her. Can you have her call me as soon as she gets in? It's very
important that I speak with her this evening, if at all possible," Linda
replied thinking quickly.

"I'll let her know you called Ms. Stanton," said Stacy's mom.

The next hour felt like a day as Linda waited for the phone to ring. When
finally it did, she almost ripped it off the receiver she answered it so
quickly. Linda exhaled deeply, it was Stacy.

"Uh, hello, Ms. Stanton?" came an innocent sounding voice.

"Hello, Stacy" Linda started tentatively. "I wanted to speak with you about
what happened at the library last night. Have you told anyone?"

"Well, no, not really" Stacy replied in an unconvincing manner.

"Can we talk about this after school tomorrow at the library?" Linda asked
politely.

"Sure. I'll be there at 3:30," responded Stacy.

"Please bring your friends with you, okay?" Linda asked.

"Okay, I'm sure they'd love to be there, too" Stacy said in a sly sounding
tone.

The next day dragged on forever. Linda still wasn't sure what she was going
to tell the girls even as the meeting time approached. She sat at her desk
contemplating her fate.

Just then Stacy walked up. "Hi Ms. Stanton" she said in a chipper confident
tone.

"Hello Stacy. Won't you have a seat? Where are your two friends?" Linda
asked as she craned her neck to look around.

"Oh, they're around. They just don't want you to know who they are yet,"
Stacy explained.

"Why not?" asked Linda, feeling less and less comfortable.

"Because they wanted me to work out the details of our deal first," Stacy
said.

"Deal?" Linda questioned, "What deal?"

"Oh, the deal we're going to make today. I...thought that's why I was
here," insisted Stacy.

Linda wondered what she had gotten herself in to. The tone and confidence
of this young girl was beginning to frighten her. It was becoming clear
that she knew she held the power and fully intended to use it. She wondered
if she knew what 'blackmail' was.

"Okay, what do you say we get started?" Stacy began sitting up straight in
her chair, "Let's get some things out in the open right away. I know you're
a lesbian and that all by itself could ruin a person in your stature, but
not only that, you're a child rapist."

"Oh my GAWD!" Linda's mind screamed. The sound of those words, 'child
rapist', sent shivers up her spine, not to mention 'lesbian'. Both things
she said were painfully true. How did these little girls find out her
secret when no one else in the community had in the past 25 years?

Stacy continued, "And since I have two eyewitnesses to what you did to me
last night, my story can't be made into a lie."

"What do you want? Money?" Linda said, her voice almost sounded pleading,
"I don't have much, if that's what you're looking for."

"Money? No, not at all. What we want is for you to do stuff for us...and
when we want them done," she added.

"Stuff? Like what stuff?" Linda asked, thinking they'd have her doing
dishes and laundry or such.

"Listen, bitch, it's not up to you to ask the questions, do you hear me?
It's up to you to do what you're told. Any questions?" Stacy said in a
voice loud enough to attract attention, but not loud enough to be
understood by most.

Linda blushed at the possible attention and the harshness of the teen's
words, as she looked around to see who may have heard and nodded, 'okay'.

"I'll be here at closing tonight. Don't stay late tonight." Stacy
instructed.

As closing approached, Linda's co-worker was surprised that she wasn't
going to stay past closing, but thought it was great that she was leaving
on time for a change.

Linda said goodnight to her and walked outside. There, Stacy greeted her
immediately.

"Hello Ms. Stanton. Let's take a walk. If you don't want my friends or me
to tell, here are the ground rules: first, you'll do whatever we
ask. Second, you'll address us as Ma'am, and third, you'll never question
one of our orders and you'll never talk back. Is that clear?" Stacy
outlined.

Do whatever they ask? Take orders? Never question anything? What had she
gotten herself into? It's not like she could uproot herself and start
another career elsewhere. And what did it spell if she agreed? But what
choice did she have? She had let herself become wrapped up in this awful
situation because she didn't have the self-control to stop
herself. Reluctantly, the librarian agreed to their terms.

"Good, then we have a deal. Let's shake on it" Stacy said proudly.

The two shook hands, but Linda wondered where this was heading.

"Well, what do you say we get started right away? Tomorrow, we want you to
buy yourself some new clothes. The one's you wear just don't cut it. Meet
us at the mall at 9:00am sharp. See you then." Stacy said as she skipped
away waving.

"Well, that wasn't too bad", Linda thought to herself. Buying new clothes
is something she could certainly handle.

Linda awoke early after a restless night's sleep. She showered and dressed
herself in her usual garb, a long ankle length skirt, a button-up sweater
over a white cotton blouse, all of which covered her full size panties and
thick bra. Before the last few days, she never liked showing off her body
much, but for a middle-aged woman, she did have a great figure and firm
breasts.

She got to the mall at 9 exactly. Stacy was waiting at the main
entrance. The two went inside and Stacy guided them through store after
store. She picked out short mini skirts, tight tops, thin lacy bras and
thong underwear.

"Let's go try them on" Stacy suggested, "let's go to the ladies room to
change."

Changing in a public place is something Linda did only once in her life and
she was only a child then. She was really uncomfortable with the idea but
hesitantly agreed.

Stacy pushed open the door to the restroom and walked in. It had two rooms,
the first being a lounge with couches on opposing walls and the second the
actual bathroom that had two stalls and a counter with two sinks. The two
went into the second room with the stalls.

"Okay. Strip" Stacy said.

"What?" said a shocked Linda, her face getting flushed.

"I said strip, bitch! You've already violated one of our ground rules and
we haven't even gotten started yet! You fuck up like that again and you'll
regret it, understand?" Stacy insisted in a stern voice.

Linda was shocked this young teenager even knew such language. The
sharpness of her words spurred action and Linda replied, "Yes," as she
looked down.

"Yes, what?" reinforced Stacy.

"Yes, ma'am," Linda said in an uncomfortable tone remembering their
agreement. She just didn't feel right saying 'ma'am' to a 15-year-old
girl. She felt submissive and subordinate.

"Okay now, STRIP!" Stacy demanded.

Linda blushed, but realized she had no choice. If she didn't do what this
young blackmailer wanted her career was over. She felt her skin grow cold
as she began. Then she wondered, 'what if', What if she didn't do what the
little tart wanted? Would she run to the cops? Would her life be destroyed?
She removed her sweater, which Stacy promptly threw in the
trashcan. Shocked, Linda started to remove her blouse but was hesitating.

"Hurry up, bitch, I don't have all day!" Stacy insisted.

Linda unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off revealing a large set of firm
breasts hidden under a thickly padded bra. Once again, Stacy tossed the
garment into the trash.

Then Linda reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and let in slide
forward on her arms before removing it and handing it to Stacy. Linda's
heart was pounding hard and she tried to cover her breasts with her
arm. This was humiliating and she was totally embarrassed.

Stacy smirked as she played with bra, pretending to weigh it on her finger
before tossing it out, too.

Linda felt very uncomfortable, now. What if someone walked in and saw her
with no top on with a child in the room. What would they think? She felt
her face get red as her anxiety built. Reluctantly, she unzipped the zipper
on the side of her skirt. She held onto it briefly before lowering it to
the ground, stepping out of it and handing it to Stacy.

Stacy motioned to Linda to give her the underwear too and her shoes and
socks.  Breathlessly, Linda pulled down her panties and gave them and her
shoes and socks to Stacy, who in turn threw them away. Linda stood there in
the public restroom completely naked in front of this young teenager. She
felt Stacy's eyes roam her figure and that made her even more
uncomfortable.

"Stay here. I'll be right back" Stacy said and promptly left.

Linda was left waiting, naked, in the public restroom. She tucked herself
into a corner and scrunched up in a chair. After a few minutes, the door
opened again and two 20 something women walked in. They immediately noticed
Linda sitting in a corner trying her best to cover herself.

"Forget your clothes?" One of the women asked sarcastically.

Both of them chuckled together as they shook their heads in disbelief and
stared at Linda.

Linda felt ashamed and scared. She hated being naked in a public restroom
at all and now two young women had discovered her! What would they think?
Would they report her? Linda wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

Just then the door opened again and Stacy walked in carrying a razor and
shaving cream. Stacy saw the two women still shaking their heads in
disbelief. She instantly knew this would be the perfect time to demonstrate
her dominance over the mature librarian and humiliate her into
submission. "Bitch" she said in a sharp tone, "Stand up".

Linda turned three shades of red as the young women looked shocked when she
stood up and didn't chastise the young girl for swearing or ordering her
around. She tried to cover herself as she arose and replied in a sheepish
tone, "yes, ma'am"

The two young women stared at each other in disbelief.

"Put your hands down at your sides and stand up straight," Stacy told her.

"Uh...yes...ma'am," Linda replied in a shaky voice as she dropped her hands
to her sides and turning her face away from the gawking two young women.

Her firm breasts impressed the two young women, especially when her nipples
peaked when goose bumps covered her body. They thought the woman was
putting on a 'shy act' and that she really enjoyed standing naked in front
of two beautiful young females in a public restroom while being ordered
around by a teenager. Her perky nipples told them that.

"Come over here, slut," demanded Stacy, "Shave your pussy clean." She
handed the reluctant librarian the razor and shave cream as the two young
women looked on.

The women wondered if she would really do it. Would she really shave her
pussy clean in a public restroom, in front of strangers? They heated up
with anticipation.

"Uh...yes, ma'am" Linda said sheepishly, her skin flushed and feeling
faint. She walked up to the counter and turned on the water. She felt it to
check the temperature and coldness caused her nipples to stiffen even more.

The young women saw her nipples harden in the reflection in the
mirror. Both of them had lost their urge to pee and were much more
intrigued by the scene unfolding before them.

"Hurry up, whore. Shave," ordered the teen.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Linda as she splashed hot water on her pussy and then
applied shave cream to her hairy bush.

The young women watched in amazement as the older woman began shaving
clumps of hair from her cunt and rinsing them down the drain. Stroke after
stroke she continued until she was completely bald. Wow! She actually did
it! She shaved her pussy in a public restroom while standing naked in front
of two female strangers! They stared as she rinsed herself off and turned
around to expose her clean-shaven pussy to them.

Linda felt more open to view and more naked than she ever had before. Her
pussy felt cold without hair. When she saw the young women staring at her
newly shaven cunt, for an instant, she felt a twinge of excitement because
she sensed their arousal. Their eyes were wide and their expressions had an
air of exhilaration at what the librarian had just done. She felt a sensual
feeling of warmth enter her clean-shaven loin and her nipples began to
harden again, but this time it was real excitement, instead of cold water
that caused the response.

She exhaled a deep sigh as she stared back at the two women who in turn
stared at her pussy. What were they thinking? They looked as though they
wanted to touch her bare pussy. She felt her juices build as the warmth
between her legs increased and caused her pussy lips to begin to
swell. What was SHE thinking? How could she possibly be feeling arousal
under such humiliating circumstances? Linda didn't get it, but she couldn't
deny the arousal.

The women stared at the Linda's freshly shaven pussy and watched it slowly
begin to swell with excitement. They watched Linda lean back against the
counter, placing both hands on the edge for support.

Linda's legs were pressed together at first but she slowly relaxed them and
watched the women's reactions.

Linda gently blinked her eyes and inhaled deeply as the warmth between hers
legs built and she felt wetness begin to form on the edges of her pussy
lips. "This is impossible!" she screamed in her mind. But much to her
chagrin, she could tell her vagina was starting to open like a blooming
flower and that only aroused her more. She was beginning to feel
light-headed at the thought of having two young female strangers watch her
become aroused while she stood naked in a public restroom.

The door opened again and two more teenage girls walked in talking. A
sudden silence fell over them as they saw the naked adult woman leaning
back against the counter, showing off her freshly shaven, flowering
cunt. They saw the woman jump slightly and look in their direction to check
their reaction.

Linda wanted to cover herself when the two teenagers startled her, but she
grasped the counter top until she interpreted their reactions. When she saw
the curiosity on their faces she let the wetness continue to develop
between her legs.

Linda was out of control. She could barely see anymore and she could hardly
breathe. Her nipples were like rocks and she wanted to touch her breasts,
but she didn't dare without permission. She looked at her dominant teenage
mistress for direction. She was getting hot and wanted to do
something...anything!

Stacy sensed the Linda's excitement and told her, "Taste yourself, slut".

The two teenager's, having witnessed Stacy's dominance for the first time,
stood in awe as the librarian poked two fingers in her moist pussy and
brought them to her mouth. They watched, as the woman looked them in the
eye, insuring they were watching as she inserted them in her mouth and
sucked on them.

Linda had tasted herself many times before and enjoyed the tangy flavor of
her own juices. She sucked the sticky liquid from her fingers and then
re-inserted them for another taste. She repeated the action, checking that
each one of the four amazed strangers watched her. The arousal in their
faces further excited the librarian. Her juices were really flowing and she
could feel a liquid wall building within her. She wanted to touch herself
in the worst way. These strangers were obviously enjoying the fact that an
adult woman was standing before them, naked in a public restroom with a
freshly shaven pussy, flowing with obvious arousal and breathing deeply.

"Finger fuck yourself, bitch, cum right here in front of these
strangers. Bring yourself to orgasm right here in this public restroom. Do
it like the slut you are," Stacy demanded to the deviant delight of Linda.

Linda felt her wetness swell. She eagerly inserted two fingers into her
soaking pussy and moved them around. She moaned deeply,
"O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h," as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the
counter, thrust her hips forward and slightly spread her legs and massaged
her swollen clit. The sensation of touching her clit sent shivers through
her body and caused her to rock her hips on her fingers.

The group of four strangers exchanged silent, wide-eyed looks as this
mature adult woman, with large firm breasts and freshly shaven pussy, was
masturbating for them in this public restroom. They delighted in the show
this woman was giving them and all felt arousal as she touched herself and
moaned.

As her head rolled loosely on her shoulders, Linda felt her orgasm push for
release. She had lowered herself this far, she told herself, so she may as
well enjoy the deviant moment to the max. As she thrust her fingers in and
out, in and out, she opened her eyes and made eye contact with each
girl. Knowing they were going to watch her orgasm in a public restroom sent
Linda over the edge. Linda's stomach tightened and her hips thrust
involuntarily when she pressed her fingers deep inside her cunt. She felt
the rush of orgasm begin to crest inside her and she panted in ecstasy,
"A-a-a-a-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!" as her cum gushed in squirts.

A she continued to massage herself, Linda delighted in the group's
reaction, as they stared in wide-eyed amazement and watched her body
convulse and spasm with orgasm.

When the orgasm subsided, Linda relaxed the stroking on her clit and sank
back on the counter. She felt dirty and sleazy after having just
masturbated in a public restroom, in front of four complete strangers,
nonetheless. She tried to compose herself as best she could and looked to
her teenage blackmailer for instructions on what to do next.

"You feel better now, don't you whore?" Stacy asked her in a mocking tone,
"now that you've finished finger fucking yourself in front of these female
strangers in a public restroom, you can get dressed. You're a nastier whore
than I thought you were!"

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