LIBRARIAN
PART
1
Jeffrey
curses under his breath after scanning the shelf for the third time for the book
he wants. Frustrated and annoyed, he heads for the librarians desk.
"Excuse
me Miss? I'm looking for a book.'
The
tall pale skinned, large and very plain, very bored looking young librarian
looks up and over her black thick-framed glasses, looks him over approvingly and
says quietly "Well you're in the right place then Sir"
Jeffery
is somewhat annoyed, although a little amused by her sarcastic answer, then
says, "Well the computer catalogue says it is on shelf here, I simply can't
see it!"
"Would
you like me to retrieve it for you Sir? Tell me the name please."
"It's
um, it's called The Photography of Simon Baines, Art or Pornography?" he
stammers, "I need it for my studies."
"Thank
you Miss um, Deborah" Jeffery says as he peers at her name badge.
He
thinks he almost sees a half smile as she passes him on her way to the shelves.
Then can't help but watch the nice ass of this large young woman towering over
him, as it sways under her very conservative skirt.
Deborah
scans the shelves as Jeffery had done only minutes before, also finding nothing
after several attempts. "I'm sorry Sir, it seems that you're right. There
must be a glitch in the system to indicate it's here when it isn't, although
I've never seen it happen before"
"For
your studies you say Sir?” She says matter of fact as she turns to him,
“What might you be studying if I may ask?"
A
pretty stupid question coming from a librarian, Jeffery thinks to himself. Then
he answers, "Well photography, but I um, I want to study the field of nude
and erotic photography, specifically black and whites like Simon Baines."
"I
see Sir" Deborah says as she turns away, feeling her face flush a little.
I'll take a note to look for it during this afternoon, I'll then let you know
when I find it, do you have email?"
"I
don't sorry, but I think you have my number on file."
"We
should have all your details on file sir, don't worry about it." Deborah
replies as she leans forward to write on her notepad. Jeffery unable to miss the
fact that even dressed in a very conservative woolen dress suit, her large
breasts are noticeable and she looks in great shape. If only she could crack a
smile on that deadpan face, she might look attractive.
"Thank
you Deborah, I'll look forward to your call" Jeffery says in all sincerity.
Jeffery sighs as he turns and walks away from the librarian, he has been waiting
for this book to get back on the shelf for weeks. He mentally kicks himself for
not reserving it next, ensuring that it would be kept aside for him upon its
return.
"The
Photography of Simon Baines, Art or Pornography." Deborah's mind is fills
with thoughts of photographic studios and lighting for the rest of the
afternoon. She's always wanted to pose, just like the models in Simon Baines'
book. Then she decides what to do.
She
drives home quick that evening, she's normally a very defensive driver, but
today she's plowing through the traffic, changing lanes where she wouldn't have
done before. Finally she pulls into the car park under her apartment block. The
sound of her heels echo through the stairwell as she rushes up to her 3rd floor
apartment. Not her high heels, as that would never do for the quiet, demure and
conservative Deborah from the library, her job is to blend into the background
of books and computers there.
Deborah
pushes her way through the apartment door, tossing her purse onto the lounge as
she heads for the bathroom. There she stands in front of her long mirror on the
back of the bathroom door and looks.
"This
will never do!" she thinks to herself. She reaches up and pulls the pin
from her dark hair, letting it cascade down over her shoulders. She removes her
glasses and shakes her hair out.
"That's
a good start!" she says as she looks herself up and down. A neck high
blouse with a little bow, covered by her black/grey woollen suit jacket,
buttoned all the way. First she undoes the jacket and removes it.
Her
below the knee matching woollen suit skirt is zipped at the back. She reaches
behind herself and undoes the top clasp, then spins the dress around on her hips
to undo the zipper from the front.
The
zipper undone, she eases her skirt over her hips, pushing them down her thighs
to her feet. There she sees the chunky heeled shoes, the most unattractive shoes
she's ever had. She undoes them and kicks them off with the skirt.
Then
she looks up again. Just in the neck high blouse with a bow tie now. The tie is
removed and tossed at the bed. She undoes the top few buttons of her blouse to
expose her cleavage. Her large milky white firm breasts, cupped nicely by her
strapless bra, showing high and full. Then she undoes the bottom 3 buttons to
leave the blouse slightly open and exposing her matching lace thong. Deborah
looks at herself in the mirror, just in her blouse and her sexy lingerie.
She
poses, first one way, then the other. She puts her arms up, arms down. "I
know I could make it" she thinks. I'm in good shape, toned and tall. Get
the hair and the lighting done right and I’ll pose with the best of them.
Deborah
unbuttons the last few button and puts her hands on her hips, pushing the blouse
back to expose her stomach.
"Now
that would look good in black and white!" she says. Then she enters the
bathroom and turns on the shower, feeling the water's temperature.
She
removes the rest of her clothes and steps out of them into the shower.
The
hot water splashes onto her head, running down her neck to cascade over her 38
DD breasts. They’d look large on many women, but Deborah is quite tall and
they look very much in proportion. She soaps up her cloth and washes herself
thoroughly, hoping to get the smell of old books out of her. Usually it haunts
her no matter where she goes. She looks down at her neatly trimmed pussy. Just a
little V shaped bush above her pubis. She decides to shave, get those few
prickles off and be silky smooth all around there.
She
sits on the foot washing rest and parts her knees, her outer labia only slightly
protruding. Pulling the skin to one side, she pulls smooth strokes alongside
them, maintaining the V as she does.
Once
she's happy it's smooth enough, she goes to her extremely long legs. Already
they are smooth, but today she wants to be sure. Finally under her arms, until
she's silky smooth all over.
She
turns off the shower and reaches for a towel, drying herself before she steps
out. Then she moves back in front of the long mirror to look again. Her skin is
very pale, almost white. No tan lines, in fact no tan at all. Her milky white
skin is offset strikingly by her long dark hair. She is pleased with what she
sees and muses over what to wear.
She
reaches into her drawer and pulls out a strapless black lace bra, in fact all of
her bras are black lace, she likes the contrast with her pale skin. She puts on
the strapless bra, fitting it high so as to push up her breasts and form a nice
cleavage. Then she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a pair of matching
panties. They’re a thong at the back, but lace in the front and sides, just
covering part of her hips.
Then
she takes out her blue hipster jeans and lies on the bed to pull them up over
her thighs and ass. They pull in easy at the front, but fit extremely snug
around her to show off her firm athletic ass.
She
stands and does up the button fly, then reaches for a blouse that fits nice and
loose, which she ties under her breasts to expose her flat stomach with the
belly button ring.
Looking
through her cupboard, she finds her open toed heels that tie at the ankle.
Certainly nothing Deborah the librarian could wear, but perfect for Debbie. She
looks in the mirror pleased and ties her hair back in a ponytail. Finally she
reaches for her glasses. Not the thick-framed black ones she wore for work, but
the wire framed round glasses with the blue-tinged lenses. Looking herself up
and down again, she's very pleased with what she sees.
She
walks through the lounge room with a new air of confidence, almost a strut.
Grabbing her purse as she passes, she goes to the hall cupboard and pulls out a
smaller one. Emptying her first purse on the hall table to see what she needs
and shuffling through the pile. She pulls her notebook from the pile and checks
it. Then inserts some lipstick and a little spray. No makeup, it's bad for your
skin, just some lippie and body spray. Then her license and her keys and she’s
all ready to go. Tossing the items in the small string strapped purse, she hangs
it off her shoulder. Then she picks up the book and tucks it under her arm
before heading off to her car.
Going
back down the stairs again, the click of her heels has a definite higher and
sharper tone than before, they make a loud clip clop as she skips down the
stairs to the car park. Climbing into her car, she tosses the book into the
passenger seat and pulls out her street directory. Then she takes her notebook
from her purse and checks the address she's looking for. Happy she knows the
way, she takes off. She checks her watch to see that it’s just turned 7 pm
now, supper should be done.
The
drive takes only 10 minutes and Deborah pulls up outside the address as listed.
She looks to the building she's parked in front of, which looks like a
warehouse. "Perfect for a photographic studio." she thinks to herself
as she approaches the door cut into the roller door. There's no bell, so she
slaps her hand against the door, it echoes through the building inside. After
some scuffling and tripping sounds inside, she hears footsteps approaching the
other side of the door. Then the sound of what seems like eighteen locks on the
door being unlatched. Finally a peephole slides open in the door and she sees an
eye peering out.
"Can
I help you Miss?" the muffled voice calls through.
"Hi
Mr. Piper, it's Debbie from the library, I have the book you needed with
me."
"Debbie?"
the muffled voice says in surprise. "Deborah from the library?"
"SHIT!"
she hears the voice say, followed by a few mutterings. Then the sound of more
locks being undone and finally the door opens. Jeffery Piper stands there in his
boxers and his robe, looking the beautiful woman in front of him up and down.
"Deborah from the library?" he says again as he uncomfortably pulls
his robe tight and ties the belt.
"Yes
Mr. Piper, I have your book." she says with a small sly smile.
I
was having a drink, listening to music. You'll have to excuse me, I wasn’t
expecting company, I’m afraid I'm not really dressed very well."
Debbie
looks him up and down, "He looks even better with less clothes on" she
thinks. "I'm sorry Mr. Piper, I should have called first, but we don't seem
to have your number on file" she lied.
"No,
I mean yes, that's quite alright, come in, I mean no, you don't want to come in
while I'm dressed like this, sorry. Would you like to come in Deborah?"
"That's
perfectly fine Mr. Piper, I don't have to come in if it's not a good time. I can
just leave this here and you can give me your card to check it out
tomorrow."
"NOOO
! I mean no, it's ok, sorry, um, come in Deborah, have a seat and I'll get you a
drink. I mean that is if you drink, if you'd like one. You don't have to have a
drink if you don’t want though, I'll put mine up. Sorry, please take a seat,
and call me Jeff, please."
Debbie
smiles to herself, "Why thank you Jeff, and yes, I'd love a drink. What
have you got?"
"Drink?
Yes drink, sorry, what would you like, let me see. A wine? A sherry? A
mixer?"
"What
are you drinking Jeff?"
"ummm,
this.” He says indicating to his glass. “I mean vodka, over rocks, with
lemon."
That'll
be fine thanks Jeff, but no ice, and no lemon, thanks."
"No.......?
straight?" he squeeks.
"Thank
you" says Debbie. Jeff hands her the drink, his robe slipping as he reaches
out. She can see his chest, hairy, but not too hairy, and muscular.
"Jeff??"
"Yes
Deborah?"
"I
have a confession to make, it's about the book"
"About
the book?"
"Yes,
it wasn't out, I had it in my drawer."
"You
had it, in your drawer? You like photography?"
"Well
not so much photography as the actual modeling." she says as she stands and
arches her back in a fake yawn. "Like the modeling done in that book."
she says as she shakes out her hair and looks at him over her now sexy glasses.
"You
like modeling?" Jeff breathes.
“Very
much so Jeff, I’ve dreamt of modeling like that, for a long time.” She says
Jeff
takes a large gulp of his drink and looks her up and down. She’s a big girl,
but very much in proportion he thinks to himself, stunning in fact. She has that
wonderful long black hair and such smooth milky white skin, like she never goes
in the sun. He takes another gulp of his drink.
“Would
you, I mean could I possibly hire you then? You know, to model for me?”
“Jeff,”
she says “I’ll do it for nothing Baby, I’d even pay you for the privilege
to be honest.”
“Baby?”
thinks Jeff, “She called me Baby. Fuck, this is unbelievable!”
“Look
Deborah, I….”
“Please,
call me Debbie, either that or Deb. We’re going to be working together Jeff,
there’s no need to be so formal, that’s my librarian name, not my private
name.”
“Sure,
sure Deb, I’m sorry. You’ve just caught me somewhat off guard, I mean
you’re nothing like the young lady I met at the library.”
“I
can be her if you want me to Jeff, if you think it’ll make for a good erotic
photo.”
“Oh
my God, that would be perfect, I already have the picture in my mind. I mean
your look now, it’s fantastic, fuck it’s sooo fantastic. Please pardon my
language.”
“That’s
ok Jeff, I’m not Deborah the librarian now. I quite like the word fuck
actually, I can see us using it quite a bit when we’re setting up a shoot.”
“You
can? Quite a bit?”
Debbie
quietly chuckles. “Well you might tell me to look in the camera as if I want
to fuck the person looking at the picture, or possibly imagine I’ve just
fucked you. You know, so I get that erotic and sultry look you want.”
“Me……?”
Jeff squeaks once again. “Ehem! Yes, I can see what you mean now, set the
scene you could say.”
Debbie
looks at him over her glasses again, slightly raising one eyebrow as she dips
her finger in her drink and then runs it around the lip of her glass. Then she
slides her finger in her mouth, sucks the vodka from it and says, “I think
we’re going to make some excellent pictures you and I Jeff, I really do.”
“Another
drink?” Jeff asks in a high voice, trying to move in such a way that his robe
hides the obvious affect she’s had on him. “Then we can talk about how
we’re going to go about this, our arrangements.”
“Well
my hours differ slightly each week Jeff, but I know what they will be for the
following week each Friday afternoon. Sometimes I can finish early, on my
half-days, other days it’s the same as today. All we have to do is work out
the times you’re free as well, then we’ll be able to plan our sessions.”
Debbie says very business like, but also very happily. She’s waited for this
opportunity for so long, she decides she’s going to do everything she can to
make it easier for this guy. The fact that she also finds herself somewhat
attracted to him, is just going to make it easier for her to pose and get the
right look. All she’ll have to do she thinks, is imagine that he’s doing
what she hopes he’s going to be asking her to imagine to obtain the right
look. She smiles at his discomfort, pleased that she’s had the desired affect.
Composing
himself after pouring himself another drink and taking a big gulp, he asks her
“How’s your drink?”
“I
could use a refill.” She says smiling.
Jeff
takes her glass and pours her another drink, then passes it to her as he grabs a
pen and notepad before
pulling
his robe around him and sitting down, trying to look professional.
“Well
Debbie, my time is fairly open. I study from home by correspondence and can work
around your available times. Can I get some details from you please?”
“Ask
away Jeff. “Debbie says, happy in the knowledge that this looks like it’s
going to work out very nicely.
“Your
surname?”
“Just
put me down as Debbie for now please Jeff, is that ok?”
“Ok,
I’ll tell you what, you take the pen and write down the details as you see
fit.”
“My
pleasure Jeff.” She says as she leans forward, knowing all too well that he
can see straight down her open top.
“My
you have beautiful skin Deb.” Jeff says, his mouth hanging open, as he can’t
bear to look away from her. “Your skin is so milky white, such a beautiful
contrast to your hair and that black bra. It’s perfect, like it’s never been
touched or affected by the sun.”
Debbie
looks up over her glasses as she continues writing her details. “Why thank you
Jeff, I’m very proud of my skin, I don’t like to expose it to the sun, just
to be sure it doesn’t get damaged in any way.”
“It’s,
it’s beautiful…….” His voice trailing off as he says it.
“Do
you think it will suit the type of photography we’re planning? I’ve always
hoped it would.”
“My
God, suit it? You have the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen for black and
white. And that hair, I don’t know what to say.”
Debbie
smiles as she passes back the notepad, staring straight into his glazed eyes.
Jeff takes the pad without even looking at it, still mesmerized by the beauty of
this woman. Debbie sits back in her chair, then parts her knees and places her
hands on them. Jeff almost chokes on his drink. Then she stands up, towering
over him as she stretches and says, “Is there anything else you need to go
over with me Jeff?”
Jeff
awakens from his temporary stupor, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, let me look
at this.” She smiles at him as he reads it.
He
reads her name, Debbie. Then her address, her phone numbers, work and home. Her
date of birth and then her height, 5’ 11”. 38” DD, 29”, 37”.
“You’re a big girl Deb.” He says with his eyes bugging out of his head.
“These are some awesome measurements.”
“I
don’t have your standard perfect 36” 24” 36” figure, but I’m toned.”
She says.
“Well
no you don’t, not that figure anyway, but yours is still awesome. If you had
one of those skinny assed figures, it simply wouldn’t suit your size or form.
Not that you’re fat, God no. You’re perfect, just perfect…..” His voice
trails off again, lost in his own thoughts.
“So
your studio is here Jeff?” Debbie asks.
“Yes,
yes, the back room, through that door there.” He says motioning towards the
door behind him.
“May
I?” Debbie asks as she walks toward the door anyway.
“Please,
be my guest. It’s where we’ll be working, you’ll have to see it anyway.”
Debbie
hardly hears him as she opens the door and walks in the room. It was everything
she’d ever dreamt of, cameras, lenses, lights, lighting reflectors and just a
straight back chair in front of it all. She looked back to Jeff and smiles
before walking in and letting the door close slightly. She purposely let it stay
ajar just a little way, just enough to give him a glimpse of her from where he
was.
“How
do you like it?” Jeff called out without looking. He was still mesmerized by
the figures on the pad in front of him.
“It’s
great, how about a practice shoot now then?”
“A
practice…..?” Jeff says as he turns around to see his studio door slightly
open. He looks again and sees her hand tossing the blouse over the back of the
chair. In a flash he’s up and at the door of his studio, catching her as she
starts to unbutton her tight jeans.
“STOP!
Stop right there.”
“Oh,
I’m sorry, I was just getting ready.”
“No,
I mean yes, but let me tell you what I want.”
Debbie
pushes her glasses down along her nose, looks over them arching one eyebrow and
giving him a saucy smile. “Oh really Jeff?”
“Yes,
oh yes, the way you looked at me just then, those eyes. We’re doing erotic
photos here, so keep what you’re wearing now, sit on the chair, astride the
chair, leaning on the back of it, go on, do it.”
His
eyes were sparkling now, even wild, it was a look that was very becoming of him
she thought. His excitement poured over her, onto her and into her. Not only was
she excited, but she was also aroused at this sudden turn of events.
“What
about this?” she asked him “I’ve started to undo my jeans.”
“Perfect,
leave them like that, just the top two buttons, I can just see your tattoo.”
“You
have a tattoo?” he says quizzically.
“Oh
yes, yes I do, just a little one. That’s no good?”
“No.
I mean yes, yes it’s fine, great even. What is it?”
“It’s
a little Celtic symbol, it means lust.” She answers, blushing slightly.
“Lust?
I love it, you’re just full of little surprises Miss Deborah. Now move over to
the chair.”
Obediently
Debbie moves over to the chair and stands beside it. “How do you want me?”
she says.
“Want
you?” he says, “Let me count the ways.” He says under his breath as he
approaches her.
“Start
at number one Mr. Piper.” She says smiling at him.
“Oh
shit! You heard me? I’m sorry.” He says blushing.
“No
need to be sorry Jeff.” She says as she stands directly in front of him,
making his eyes level with her chin.”
“Oh
my God, you smell wonderful.” He whispers.
“Thank
you Jeff, but I taste even better.” She says cheekily. “Now tell me how you
want me.”
“Stay
professional, stay professional, stay professional.” The words repeat
themselves over and over in his head. “This woman is a fucking dream come
true, I must stay calm though, I’m starting to sweat.” He thinks to himself.
“Ok
Debbie, now stand astride the chair for me, lower yourself down in a squat until
you perch your bum on the edge and lean back against it. Now take the blouse and
hold it above your head, your hands just inside the arms like you’re taking it
off. That’s it, beautiful, now close your eyes and lean your head back,
letting your hair fall behind you.”
She
hears him walking away, toward where she remembers the camera was.
“Now
keep your eyes closed, chest out and rock your hips like, well like, you
know.”
“Like
there’s somebody between them Jeff?” she asks in an innocent voice.
“Yeah,
like that, beautiful. Now think about a man between those legs, on his knees,
yeah, on his knees.”
“You
Jeff?” she says in a half whisper.
“Ummm,
yes please. That’s it, that’s the smile I want. Now on 3, look up through
those blue glasses and imagine you’re cumming.” He says, hoping she
doesn’t look at him and see the hardon that’s developed in his shorts and
making a little tent in them. The sight of this beautiful woman astride the
chair in front of him, the sexy black lace bra, her knees wide apart and her
jeans partially undone, is almost too much for him.
“Mmmmmmm.”
She groans as she thinks of the bulge she saw in his shorts, as the cool night
air of his warehouse apartment blows across her bare stomach and gently tickles
her bare pubis. She can feel herself getting moist at the thoughts racing
through her mind.
1
2
3
Debbie
opens her eyes, only slightly, wondering what the object is above her.
“click!”
“click!”
Her
eyes open wider. It’s a bucket!
“click”
“scritch!”
She
hears the sound and suddenly realizes what it is. A string is in his hand,
pulling the bucket so it starts to tip. She gasps, expecting to be showered in
ice water. Then smiles as she sees and feels the black and white rose petals
pour all over her, making her cry out and laugh as they do.
“click
click click click!”
Her
head drops forward and she purses her lips at him in a seductive look as she
peers at him over her blue glasses. “click click click!”
“That’s
it Deb, keep them looks coming, you’re beautiful. You’re sexy, so fucking
sexy. Push those tits out for me, drop the shirt over your shoulder. Don’t let
it cover them though, that’s it.”
“click
click”
“Now
more, show me more.”
“You
want these big boy?” she asks, staring at the bulge in his shorts. ”You want
these tits? Tell me, tell me you want them.”
“Yes,
yes, yes please. Slowly now. The clasp’s at the front?” he says excitedly as
she reaches for it, “Perfect, just so fucking perfect. Show me what you’ve
got girl!”
Debbie
slowly undoes the front clasp, her blouse sliding off her shoulder as she does
it.
“Leave
it.”
“click!”
“Let
it fall, beautiful.”
“click!”
Slowly
she pulls the sides apart. Not enough to let her tits fall free, but rather
pulling forward too, so as to form a more pronounced cleavage.
“click
click click!”
My
God you’re beautiful, a little more, that’s it.” Jeff is fidgeting from
side to side, trying to hide his obvious arousal, unsuccessfully though. The bra
moves further apart until he can see her nipples, large pink nipples, hard as
little pebbles.
“click
click!”
“Fuck,
so beautiful” he says. “Now all the way, I want to see
all of them.”
“click!”
“click!”
Debbie
leans forward onto her knees, her large breasts falling forward with her as she
looks straight at the camera. “You want them Jeff? You want to taste them?”
“In
my wildest dreams.” He mutters.
“click
click click!”
Debbie
moves her hands from her knees, cupping her tits in them and offering them to
him.
“No
need to dream Baby, they’re right here.”
“click
click click!”
“That’s
it Deb, keep it going, tell me what you want.”
“I
want THAT!” she says, pointing to the bulbous head of his cock, peeking out
from his shorts leg.
“click
click!”
“Fuck
Debbie, great shot!” Jeff squeals excitedly, oblivious to his exposure. “Get
on your knees, quick!”
“Yes
Sir.” Debbie breaths as she drops onto all fours.
“click
click click!”
“That’s
it, closer.”
“click!”
“Closer.”
“click
click!”
“Now
stop, look up at me, at the camera.”
Debbie
looks up to the camera. Her lips slightly parted, her tongue sliding across
them.
“Perfect!
That’s a shoot, thank you Debbie.” Jeff says beaming.
“That’s
a shoot?” she replies sounding surprised and disappointed. “That’s it?
We’re finished?”
“For
now anyway, I’d like to do more of you taking those jeans off, but it can
wait.”
“NO!”
she says
“No?”
he asks.
“No,
I’m on a roll, let’s keep going.”
“But
Deb, what time have you got to get up for work? It’s getting late you know.”
Debbie
stands up, hands on her hips, her beautiful breasts with their nipples proudly
jutting out towards him.
“You’re
serious aren’t you Jeff.”
“Yeah.”
He says as he excitedly winds off the film. “Can’t work you too hard first
time out, take advantage of you. I’ll do these tonight, then I can bring them
into you tomorrow at the library.”
“NO!
Not the library, I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon, I have an early finish.”
She replies disappointedly as she pulls the sides of her bra back together.
“Will you be here around 3.30?”
Jeff
watches intently as she does the clasp on her bra, still unconsciously winding
the film after it’s already finished, oblivious to what she’s saying. He
continues watching as she pulls her blouse back on and ties it at the bottom,
leaving all the buttons undone. She reaches down and grabs a hand full of
petals, causing him to come back to reality as she grabs his chin in her hand
full of petals and pulls his face to hers.
“You’re
a true professional Jeff, I think it’s wonderful.” She says before kissing
him long and deep. Pushing her tongue between his lips and stroking against his
own, before releasing him and saying. “If I didn’t think it might jeopardize
this working relationship so early in it, I’d fuck you right now.”
Jeff
is speachless, still winding the film with his jaw hanging open as she turns and
walks away. Her hipster jeans sitting even lower than before so he can almost
see the smooth white curves of her ass swaying as she walks through the door.
Even after he hears the front door shut and her car start, he doesn’t move for
a good minute. Then he looks at the camera, then down at his shorts to see
himself poking out. Blushing, he removes the film and walks in a trance like
state to his darkroom. “So beautiful.” He thinks out loud.
Debbie
feels his stare as she walks out the door and smiles to herself as she lets the
door swing shut behind her. Giggling she climbs into her car and ponders the
evening’s events and she’s pleased with how they went. She ponders their
chance encounter that brought this evening about and remembers how Jeff had once
asked her workmate for the book, of how she had made sure she’d taken it off
the shelf when it came back in. She had in all truth, always wanted to be a
model like she had said, just this time she had given her dream a helping hand.
Pleased with herself, she drives home and goes to bed contented with what
she’s achieved this night.
Jeff
stares at the pan in earnest, watching the photos develop. Slowly they take
shape and he takes a deep breath. “She’s perfect!” is all he can say as he
holds up the print. One by one, he sees each photo unfolding this woman’s
beauty before him, each one seeming better than the previous. He hangs them and
goes back to his studio, staring at the chair for several minutes before going
to bed. Five minutes later, he gets up and is working with the photos again.
The
next morning, Deborah wakes up and feels wonderful, bouncing out of the bed as
she does so well. She selects some “intimate apparel” to wear because she
feels so good, then looks in her cupboard and pulls out one of her standard
“librarian” blouses. With a heavy sigh she puts it on and buttons it to the
neck, then puts on a pretty green bow. Reaching back in her cupboard, she
selects a green business skirt suit, another standard “librarian” accessory.
This one is a little more daring though, a fairly tight skirt with a high split
up one side, the jacket only really buttoning to just below her breasts. She
looks in the mirror and decides to remove the bow, along with loosening the top
few buttons. Not enough to show cleavage, but nice enough to be a little
alluring at the same time as being business like. Then she gets shoes, no big
clippity cloppers today, not the ugly kind, just some low heels that again look
business like enough. Finally she ties up her hair and pops on her thick-framed
glasses. Pleased with her look, she grabs her purse and places a pair of stylish
glasses with a green tinge like her blue ones in it. Then heads for the car, but
stops before going through and goes back to her bedroom. There she reaches in
her drawer and takes out a silver waist chain she’d bought just a few days
earlier. Now she was ready to take on the world.
Jeff
Piper’s alarm sounds to him like Big Ben when it goes off at 8.00 am. He’d
only had 4 hours sleep after developing the photos of Debbie and making up a
good looking introductory portfolio. All his life he’d dreamt of finding that
one model that would help him turn his career on. Even after obtaining an
accreditation for photography, many still never get anywhere except maybe family
photography at K-Mart. To have stumbled across this woman so early in his
career, even before accreditation, was a major coo. His dreams however, had
taken another shape since meeting Debbie and taking the photos. They had always
been of fame and fortune for him, now they were for her. He felt that anyone who
could operate a camera would become successful with Debbie being the model on
set, so he had to do this right. He wanted her to be known, to be the famous
star, he just had to ensure that he stayed on as her only photographer and his
own fame would flow on from there. Jeff so desperately wanted to show the new
portfolio to his agency, they’d flip at the chance to exploit this
opportunity. However he knew he had to do two things first, first speak to
Debbie to ensure she was happy with his plans, secondly to a lawyer to cover
them both. Jeff looked at the clock, 9.00 am, shit! Seven and a half hours to go
before she gets here. He remembers his promise not to take them to the library,
so he went for breakfast and to work out the rest of his day.
“Mr.
Ainsworth will not be pleased with that outfit Miss Ardon.” Edwin the snotty
nosed young clerk says to Debbie as she strolls to her desk. She turns to face
him and looks down at him over her glasses. “Well if you don’t go and run to
tell him little man, I might not stick you cock in my draw and slam it shut.”
She says vehemently, making Edwin have a cold shiver race straight up his spine.
“Yes
Miss Ardon, not a word, I won’t even look at him.”
She
extends her index finger and lifts his chin by her long fingernail, drawing his
face to within inches of her own. She almost coughs at the mixed aroma of cheap
aftershave and Clearasil coming from his face.
“There’s
a good little man, we understand each other I see.” Then she gives him a sly
grin as she scrapes her nail along the underside of his chin, then turns and
sits at her desk to busy herself. Over the next 15 minutes Debbie moves things
around her desk, looks up the catalogue on the computer and writes notes. She
knows there’s something she must do, she just can’t think of it in her
excitement.
“Good
morning Miss Ardon!” The booming voice of Mr. Ainsworth is unmistakable and
she looks up from her desk. There she sees the rotund man, looking straight down
her top at her black lace enshrouded breasts.
Debbie
glances across to the Edwin, only to see him busy in a filing cabinet and
looking over at her shaking his head in denial. With a cheerful smile she
replies, “Good morning Mr. Ainsworth.”
“You
seem to be preoccupied Miss Ardon, had you forgotten the updates I had requested
for this morning?”
“No
Mr. Ainsworth, I was just retrieving it now, I had to reboot my computer after
it froze first.”
“Yes,
well then, once you have it ready, shoot off a memo to the tech guys with the
error message you got.”
“No
error message Mr. Ainsworth, I just had too many catalogues open at once is all
it is. They don’t want to know when that happens, they can do nothing about
it.” Debbie congratulates herself on her quickly thought alibi, she knew there
was something she needed in this stupid computer today.
“Please,
my office in ten minutes, I have a call to make while you print that off.”
“Yes
Mr. Ainsworth, ten minutes.” As soon as he turns his back, she’s pulled up
the already prepared report and hits enter to print it. She hears the Edwin
sniff and seem to giggle, so she throws him an icy stare, he looks away
immediately, thinking of the drawer. Debbie waits the ten minutes, then grabs
the report and takes it to Mr. Ainsworth’s office. She knows he can call it up
and print it in his own office in 5 minutes flat. He’s either too lazy to do
so, or he wants to stare at her tits again, she decides it’s the latter again.
Is it any wonder she always wears her blouse tied at the neck? He stares
regardless of what she wears though.
Mr.
Ainsworth waves at her to sit down as he continues talking on the phone to his
wife, or rather she talks at him. She sits in the chair opposite him and watches
as he bullshits to his wife as usual, her knees together, the pad on them with
her hands together on top.
After
a minute she crosses her legs and starts writing on the pad resting on her knee.
The high side split drops open to expose her log stocking clad thigh, just
showing the stitching of her stocking top. Mr. Ainsworth sees her leg, then
coughs loud and tells his wife he needs a drink because an important client just
came in.
“You
have no clients, important or not, you fat little liar.” She thinks to herself
as she uncrosses and crosses her legs again while inconspicuously watching him
over her glasses.
“Yes
dear, yes dear, you too dear, goodbye.” He lies at her as he slams the
receiver down.
“Miss
Ardon!” he exclaims as he leans forward and clasps his hands together and
looking straight at her thigh. “You have something there for me?” he asks in
a sleazy voice, blatantly undressing her with his eyes.
“Yes
Mr. Ainsworth, would you just like it on your desk, or maybe in the filing
cupboard?” She knows exactly what she’s saying, the innuendo, and swears she
can actually see dribble coming from his mouth before he coughs and covers it
up.
“Over
my, I mean on my desk will be fine.” He says with a revolting grin. “Miss
Ardon?”
“Yes
Mr. Ainsworth?”
“That’s
a very nice suit, would you care to join me for lunch today? Or perhaps a drink
after work?”
“Thank
you for the offer Mr. Ainsworth, but I have an appointment at lunch time I need
to make, then I’m going to help a friend with some work we did last night
straight from work. Maybe another day.”
“Next
time you wear that great suit Miss Ardon, I’ll be sure to ask.”
“Will
that be all Mr. Ainsworth?” she coos sweetly, meanwhile feeling sick to her
stomach and taking a mental note never to wear the suit again.
He
rises from his chair and picks up the report to read, then leans back to sit
against his desk directly in front of her, pushing his pelvis out as far as he
can as he does it. “This looks fine Miss Ardon, thank you very much, you can
go now.”
She
stands as straight as possible, trying desperately not to bump into the fat
stomach in front of her. “What does this fat bastard think he is I wonder?”
she thinks, “Sticking his crotch out at me like that, as if I’m going to
look for his pin dick somewhere under the folds of flab.” She turns on her
heels and walks straight out the door, hearing a low whistle coming from him as
she walks through the door. “Time?” she thinks. She looks at the clock,
“11,00 already!” she smiles to herself as she walks past Edwin’s desk and
opens then slams his drawer shut. She laughs an evil laugh as she watches him
jump and hears him whimper. She sits down and picks up the phone, dialing the
number on her screen.
“Hello,
Jeff Piper.”
“Good
Morning Mr. Piper, it’s Deborah from the library calling.”
“Debbie!”
he shouts, making her pull the phone from her ear.
“Sorry
about that, I was just looking at your pictures, I made up a portfolio for
you.”
“Why
thank you Mr. Piper. Is our appointment this afternoon still valid?”
“Most
definitely, yes. I’m here all afternoon setting up a new shoot, I want you to
see it, I also have some other things to go over you with.”
“Really
Mr. Piper? Go over me with you say?”’
“Sorry,
go over with you I meant, I’m sorry, very busy here.” He lied as he flipped
the television channel.”
“Ok
then, 3.30 as agreed, see you then Mr. Piper.” Click
Well
that was very officious.” He thinks, “She is at work though I guess, has to
be.” He flipped the channel again. “WHY I LOVE MY SISTER’S HUSBAND’S
FATHER, AND HE LOVES ME.” Click, bloody stupid talk shows.
Debbie
hangs up and rolls her eyes back thinking, then she gets up and walks to Mr.
Ainsworth’s office. “Excuse me Mr. Ainsworth, can I bother you?” she says,
surprising him. He quickly slams the book with the magazine in it shut and looks
up. “Yes Miss Ardon, how can I help you.” He says, licking his lips.
“I
just had to cancel both my lunchtime and after work appointments I told you
about earlier.” Then before she can take another breath to speak, Mr.
Ainsworth butted in, “So you want to come out with me?” “Sorry, no Mr.
Ainsworth. I was about to say that I’m not feeling very well, you know,
women’s problems, so could I ask for some sick time off this afternoon
please?”
“Oh,”
says Mr. Ainsworth, grimacing as he thinks of women’s problems, “Certainly
Deborah, I’ll call Julie in early. You go ahead and attend to your, your
women’s business.” He says waving her off as he does.
“Thank
you Sir.” Debbie says in a sweet voice as she turns to leave. “Fucking pig,
the look of disgust on his face when I mentioned women’s problems, I
could’ve just smacked him.” She thinks to herself.
She
looks to the Edwin and says, “You have to hold the fort until Julie gets here
Edweeb, I have to go for the afternoon.” The pimple faced young man looks at
her and sniffs, making a disgusting noise. “The name is Edwin Deborah, E. D.
W. I. N. Edwin.” He retorts in a pitiful voice. “Whatever!” she says as
she flings her bag over her shoulder and leaves. She swaps to her stylish
glasses and undoes another button on her blouse before taking off to Jeff’s
place. “I imagine he’s about finished the new set for the shoot and will be
stopping for some lunch now.” She thinks as she turns into his street and
spots a parking spot a couple of doors down from his warehouse apartment. She
parks and reaches into the back for her box with her spare shoes in it. Quickly
she slips off her low-heeled shoes and replaces them with the stilettos, then
gets out and heads for his door. “I bet he’s going to be surprised to see me
so early.” She thinks grinning to herself.
“Tap
tap tap. Hello, anybody home?” Debbie sees his car in its spot and taps again
louder, “HELLO?” There’s still no answer, so she quietly tries the door.
“Maybe he’s in his dark room?” she thinks as she slowly opens it,
surprised that he hasn’t all those locks secured. There he is, lying back on
the couch quietly snoring, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a hard on,
with the Simon Baines book on his chest.
“Ehem!”
Debbie coughs. “Jeff?” she says quietly. He doesn’t stir, but the book
slides down his stomach and rests against his hard on.
Debbie
places her purse on the table and giggles as she removes her jacket and starts
to undo her blouse. “I’ll give you a shoot you won’t forget Mr. Piper.”
She whispers as she undresses. She strips down to her “intimate apparel” and
heels, then reaches inside her purse to get the waist chain and put it on,
before walking toward him, stopping between his sprawled legs and bending at the
waist to retrieve the book from against his impressive manhood under his shorts.
Jeff stirs a little and opens one eye slightly, then shuts it. Suddenly both
eyes open and he yells “Fuck! What’s the time? What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come for our shoot Jeff.” She purrs, looking over her glasses as she drops to her knees between his legs. “I have a whole new set in mind.” She says as her hand slides up his bare thigh.
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