Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 20:39:28 -0500
From: k c <kc453645@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Library  lesbian authoritarian

The following is a complete work of fiction, involving female-female
domination. None of the people in this story are based on any real person
or real situation. This story may not be copied for any use other than
intended by the author. Civil and kind comments may be sent to the author
at kc453645@hotmail.com

The Library

      The most awful place can sometimes be the place you look forward to
going to every day, until it overtakes your whole world, and such was the
library for me.

      Growing up, I always went to the library with my older sister. She
loved it, because that was where all her boyfriends were, studying for
their college exams while she was still in high school. What a tramp!

      Anyway, I would get so bored standing by her side that I would
wander off and sit in an aisle, reading a book until she came looking for
me and yanked my by my arm to go home.

      Those memories were always with me when I would go back to the
library to study for high school. I also was attracted to the college
kids studying for their exams. My attraction was for the girls, who
seemed so attractive in their tight shirts or halter tops, their boobs
pressing up against the material, and their mini-skirts not hiding long
legs.

      I often had to excuse myself from studying with my friend and go to
the little girls room where I stuck my fingers down my panties and played
with my pussy till it popped. I would go into the stall on the far end of
the bathroom, hoping no one would come in until I was finished. I would
sit on the toilet with my panties down around my ankles and my hands
buried in my pussy, my right hand sticking fingers inside and my left
manipulating my clit. I would think about the college girls and got
dreamy thinking about going down on them letting their perfume take me
over complexly.

      One day at high school, another boring day of going to class and
the great five-minute passing periods where Sarah and I caught up on the
day's gossip. I was at my locker when Sarah came up to m in a rush.

      "Katie, look at this," she said holding a flier in her hand.
"They are hiring at the library."

      Sarah and I had plans on earning extra money so we could purchase a
car. We had already saved up $1,250 from summer jobs, but we really
needed to get more during the school year, because in the spring we were
graduating and did not want to ride the bus for the whole senior year.

      "Oh Sarah, I think that is a great idea. It says they only need
two girls to work four hours each week day. We can do that and be home in
time to get our homework done," I said. "Let's go after school."

      Instead of taking the bus home, Sarah and I walked the half-mile to
the library, and at the checkout desk were told to see Miss Worthington
in reference. The reference department was on the second floor of the
library, which was in a seven-story building. I never went past the third
floor, which had young adult fiction, my favorite books to read.

      A sign was posted in front of the elevator saying it was out of
service, so Sarah and I walked up the stairs. They were large, marble
stairs, the kind in old buildings. Miss Worthington was sitting at a desk
at the end of a large room filled with rows of books and large tables and
chairs which would get filled up in a couple hours.

      "Hello young ladies, what can I do for you today?" she said,
eyeing us as if she were a fox hunting pussy cats.

      "Miss Worthington, I am Katie and this is my best friend Sarah. We
would like to apply to work here at the library."

      "What experience do you have," she said.

      "Well, I really like the library; I come here almost every day."

      "I know," she said, raising her eyebrows as if she knew I played
with myself in the ladies room each time I was there.

      "You two girls look like you will do just fine here. Come with me
and I will show you your uniforms." Miss Worthington got up and stepped
away from her desk. She was a very shapely woman, probably in her uppers
20s. She had blonde hair that caresses across her shoulders, and wore
tops which amplified her cleavage.

      We arrived at a door at the side of the room. She opened it with
her key and let us in. It was a lounge area, with lockers along the wall
and another door next to them. Miss Worthington reached into a box and
pulled out two tiny aprons, ones that had a small top and a wider bottom
with ties in the back.

      "You two girls will be working on the fifth floor, adult
non-fiction. It gets pretty hot up there so you had better switch into
these uniforms if you want to stay cool."

      Sarah and I looked at her as if she were nuts. Why would we want to
put on an apron that barely covered us and work in public?

      "You two girls do want this job, don't you?" she said. "And
Katie, do you want me telling everyone that you finger yourself every day
in the third floor girls room every day. That would be humiliating for a
young pretty girl like you."

      I was stunned that she knew about that, and then thought about what
everyone would say at school if they found out. I whispered something
into Sarah's ear, and then we took off our tops and skirts. Sarah's mom
had forbade us to wear any underwear, but did allow us to have after
school jobs, as the friends who made us their sex toys had moved on to
other young meat.

      It was Sarah's mom who encouraged us to get jobs at the library.
Sarah told me how her mom knew Miss Worthington and said she and I would
enjoy working for her. I did not know what to think when Sarah told me
this, as that along with Miss Worthington knowing I played with myself
and these skimpy outfits were not going in our favor.

      "Hurry up girls, you don't have time to dilly dally," she said.

      The aprons had tops which just barely covered my nipples, leaving
the side of my breasts uncovered. The bottom of the apron was just
underneath my vagina, but did not fully cover my butt in back. Sarah's
apron fit her a little better, as she was smaller than me. Her boobs were
almost all the way covered, and the bottom of her apron just touched the
bottom of her ass.

      "You girls look marvelous," Miss Worthington said. "Now before
you go up to your floor, you must be initiated. Allow me to open this
other door for you." Miss Worthington pushed me in the small of my back
toward the door, which opened into sort of a dungeon with handcuffs and
mats all over. Inside were two older girls, both wearing skimpy outfits
of black leather. Their bodies were so hot I felt my pussy getting hot
and wet and it had nowhere to hide.

      "Take off your aprons and come here, bitches," said the taller of
the two girls, named Marie. "You need to pay your dues in order to work
here."

      Marie motioned for us to come toward her and Sabrina, the other
girl. They pushed us down to the ground and made us lick out their
pussies. Marie was clean shaven and tasted just like heaven. I could
smell her pussy as she became aroused, and felt her hand push my head
into her and heard her taking deep moans. Sabrina also was moaning and
already was coming all over Sarah's face. Soon I brought Marie to orgasm
and she left me with a face full of her cum. The girls handed us our
aprons and told us to scamper up to the fifth floor.

      "Don't let me catch you not working," Marie said. "Linda has a
lot of ways of punishing girls who misbehave." Not knowing who Linda
was, but knowing I did not want to get punished, Sarah and I left the
room and walked up to the fifth floor.

      A Miss Henderson was there, waiting for us to arrive.

      "Where have you two girls been? Linda told me you were coming
right up here and you are late. We will deal with this later. First, you
must put all these books back on the shelves."

      Miss Henderson pointed to a stack of books on a rolling bin, which
Sarah and I both put our shoulders into in order to make it move. It was
so heavy with books I started to perspire all over my body. My boobs
became slippery and slipped out of the apron a couple times before I
noticed and put them back in the apron.

      An hour had past and I was separated from Sarah, as Miss Henderson
had taken her to another area of the floor to help an elderly lady reach
a book from a higher shelf. Sarah later told me she had to stand on a
step ladder to reach the book, and suddenly felt the woman's hand stroke
her inner thighs. When she reached Sarah's butt, the woman told Sarah to
keep looking for books. Sarah ended up cuming hard when the woman walked
her fingers to Sarah's pussy and lightly tickled until Sarah let out a
squeak like she does when she has an orgasm.

      I was putting some books away when I saw two girls enter my aisle.
They were girls who were a year younger than me in school. I knew them
from seeing them at school, walking around as if they owned the place.
Rita and Lacy were bossy girls who got their way, having both girls and
boys do things for them, like their homework, tests, and wear clothes and
do things they said for money.

      The bossy girls, as Sarah and I secretly referred to them, came
right up to me from behind, and were right in my face as I turned around.

      "May I help you," I said, with a slight quiver to my voice.



      "What is your name," Rita said, with her hands at her hips.

      "K-K-Ka-Ka-Katie," I said, breathing deeply. I was so shocked I
had some trouble getting my words out.

      "Is something wrong with you Katie," Lacy said.

      "N-no, I'm fine," I said.

      "You know who we are, don't you?" Rita said. "Ye-yes, Rita and
Lacy," I said.

      "We like to think we own the school. You included. From now on
when you come to work here, you are to see us and get your orders for the
day." Rita said.

      "Yeah, we usually are on the fifth floor here scouting out what's
going on, but sometimes we are on the fourth floor, or seventh, you have
to find us," Lacy said.

      Rita took her hands and scrunched up my apron top so it fell
in-between my breasts. "Your pretty tits are all sweaty. They need to
air out. Wear your apron like this for the rest of the day."

      "Rita, I-I can't do that. That would not be proper," I said.
Rita came closer to me, putting her face right up to mine. I could smell
the cherry lip gloss she always wore, and vanilla-flavored mouthwash on
her breath.

      "You will have your tits out for the rest of the day, and don't
cover them with the apron. I know you flick your clit here, and if you
want to keep that a secret you will keep me liking you, and I like you
with your tits out today, understand?" she said, stroking my right cheek
with her hand.

      "Ye-ye-y-y-yes Rita," I said, my mind racing and making me almost
unable to talk.

      "Good girl," she said, tapping my face with her hand. "Now run
along to your business. I will be watching you one way or another. Do not
disappoint me," Rita said. With that, the two bossy girls walked away,
and I could not help but admire how their asses shook from side to side
in the mini-skirts.

      Almost three hours had past since Sarah and I started work. She
came up to me and asked me what I was doing with my boobs hanging out of
my apron. I told her I could not say and asked her to believe me and not
bring it up again. Sarah hugged me close to her and said OK, that I could
tell her when I felt comfortable.

      When it was seven o'clock I walked up to Miss Henderson and asked
if it was OK if Sarah and I left.

      "Katie, what do you think you are doing with your tits hanging out
for everyone to see," Miss Henderson said. "You are a horny slut." I
looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say.

      "Katie, you and Sarah don't get to leave when you want to. Now go
downstairs and see Linda. She has something in store for you."

      "Excuse me ma'am," I said in a nervous stammer. "Who is
Linda?"

      "Miss Worthington, you little bitch," she said, slapping me hard
on my butt. Her slap left a red mark on my ass, and sent tingles to my
pussy which was aching to be played with.

      Sarah and I walked down the four flights of stairs to the second
floor and found Miss Worthington behind her desk. We walked up to her and
stood waiting for her to notice us.

      "I see you two girls worked up a sweat working. And Katie, your
boobs were so hot you had to let them cool off, huh?"

      You two must give me a full four-hour's of work each day. In case
you don't keep this up, working all the time you are here, let me show
you what could happen," she said.

      Miss Worthington grabbed our arms and pulled us with her to the
back dungeon room. There, we saw two chairs which had dual dildos
sticking out.

      "Girls who don't work take their breaks here in these chairs. Why
don't you try them on?" Miss Worthington placed us in front of the
chairs and told us to turn around. She told us to sit on the two dildos,
one for our pussy and one for our butt. Being so sweaty my pussy and ass
were well lubricated and easily accepted the two forms. Sarah also fell
down easy, her pussy also being sloppy wet.

      Miss Worthington left the room, and after a few minutes the two
dildos started throbbing wildly. I grabbed onto the arms on the chair and
gripped tightly. At times I nearly was thrown off the chair from the
dildo's shaking up inside me. I soon was holding on tightly as I was
nearing a big orgasm. The dildo up my pussy was pressing up against the
top wall of my pussy, which was pulsating and getting wetter by the
moment. I flipped my head back and took a deep breath and then collapsed
in my orgasm, leaving me covered in sweat and cum.

      Sarah also came before Miss Worthington came back. She helped each
of us off the chairs, and then told us to clean each other's dildos with
our tongues. It was an order not to be disobeyed. Sarah and I switched
chairs and kneeled in front of them. I first licked the dildo that was up
Sarah's pussy so I could taste her sweet velvet pussy while the dildo
was still warm. The dildo which was up her butt had a little musky odor
but nothing too strong to keep me from putting it all down my throat.

      Miss Worthington told us to gather our things and head home.
Sarah's mom was waiting for us to return and wanted to hear how our day
went.

      "Now don't leave out any details," she said, already knowing
full well what had happened, having received a call from Linda as the
girls were on their way home..

      We told her everything and the three of us ended up in her hot tub,
with Sarah's mom giving us full-body massages before we went to bed.