Librarians in Heat
Story by jokermon
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Librarians in Heat
A short story by jokermon
This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, presented for the entertainment of adults only.
It is not meant to reflect any real-life people, events or medical conditions.
If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. If you are not
old enough to legally read this according to your local laws, don't read it. This story
features explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content, and if that's not your bag, don't read it.
This story is copyright the author, © 2008.
Michelle Campeau hated being surrounded by books.
She stood at the counter of the MacKenzie Memorial Public Library of Oyster Creek, Texas in her best mini-skirt and tank top and waited impatiently for the place to close. She looked at her watch. The extravagant digital readout read 6:05 PM. She made a moue of disgust. She was meeting friends in an hour for sushi and clubbing. She hoped this stupid place wouldn't make her late.
She wasn't here for a book. She was here to collect a paycheck.
The thought of her taking a book out was hilarious. Michelle was never much of a reader. If she needed a book, she had the money (or her parents did, anyway) to buy one; she certainly had no desire to borrow one from a Library, and be subject to idiotic fines and the like. Furthermore, the place just creeped her out. The warm colors of the walls, the persistent beige carpeting and the incessant quiet reminded her of a mental institution. At eighteen, she was way too young for this place. She needed noisy crowds, loud music, bright lights, life.
She hated the fact that she worked here.
Her formal job title was Library Assistant. Her parents inflicted this summer job on her as punishment for wrecking her mother’s favorite Porsche in a drunken Prom Night escapade. They'd also cut off her allowance, and had the accountants suspend her Trust Fund payouts. This job was her only source of money for the summer break. It sucked ass.
She'd found a way around that, though. She was glad she only had to set foot in this place once every two weeks to pick up her check. Thank God she no longer had to do any actual work here.
Except for now, when she had to grind her teeth and wait for the Head Librarian to shoo out the last of the children, straighten things up and finally get around to handing over the envelope. She thought longingly of all the cute boys waiting for her down at the beach-front clubs. Oyster Creek sat a stone's throw from the Gulf of Mexico and on a humid Friday in July like tonight, the nightlife in Surfside Beach would be jumping. It was a good thing the banks were open late on Friday.
There she was now, the freaky cow. Helga Jaeger, the fortyish head matron of this nuthouse. And as usual, dressed like a seventy-year-old: boxy cardigan, brown hair up in a scream-tight bun and her glasses on a chain around her neck. The skirt went down to her ankles, practically, and was so baggy the only thing you could tell about her figure was the breadth of her hips. Her clothes gave the impression of asexual stoutness. Michelle smiled to herself. She knew that wasn’t the case.
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Helga Jaeger put the last of the Nancy Drews back on the revolving wire racks in the Young Reader’s section and hummed a Stephen Sondheim tune. It had been a light day, and she was looking forward to a night of DVDs, online chatting, and perhaps opening a bottle of wine to curl up with that new Kathy Reichs novel. She glanced over at the check-out counter and her pleasant mood curdled.
Of course. She’d forgotten it was a payday Friday. There she was, the Campeau bitch, leaning against the counter and checking that expensive watch Daddy gave her on her last birthday. She felt her blood begin to boil.
Look at that hussy. Tossing a lock of her vanity-length blonde hair and tapping her pricey high-heel-shod toes like she was a real person with places to go and work to do. Wearing her expensive sunglasses indoors, and
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