The Librarian Pays the Fine

***DISCLAIMER***

This story is about two consenting adults engaging in sexual acts in which they both agree to do. These acts are described in explicit detail. Please remember that if you choose to read further.

Also, there are two fantasy sequences the main female character has that have sexual overtones. Please remember they her fantasies she is having.

Now on with the story!

***END DISCLAIMER***

"Alena, do you have a minute?"

Alena puzzled over the stack of books she found on the floor in the back part of the library.

"They weren't there ten minutes ago," she thought to herself. "The last patron checked out a half hour ago, and Kate hasn't left her office. I wonder how they got here."

She bent to pick them up when she hard a voice from behind her. "Bend over farther so I can see the full curves of your delicious ass." It was a deep male voice, sounding as if it were practically behind her.

Alena immediately stood up. "You didn't have to stand up so quickly," the voice said, now directly behind her, and almost with a tone of disappointment. "I wanted to drink in more of your curvaceous booty."

"You shouldn't be saying those things," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Why?" he asked. "You're no innocent princess. In fact, you're the biggest cock tease the village has seen in the last ten years."

"No," she said, "I'm nothing of the kind."

"Yes, you most certainly are." He was right behind her now, speaking softly in her ear. "You wear the tightest blouses you can find to show off every little curve of your plump body." His arms slipped around her waist as he spoke to her.

"And you always keep the top three buttons of your blouse undone," he continued. "You love showing off your huge tits to everyone. You even give us a glance of that sexy black lace bra you wear." His hands were now up, grasping and kneading her breasts. "You don't know how often I've dreamed of fucking your tits with my hard cock. I jerked off last night just thinking of it."

"Please," she softly begged. Her breath was rapid and short. "Please don't say these things."

"And your ass," he said, as one of his hands left her breast and grabbed her ass-cheek. "I just want to bury my face in your ass and eat you for days. I bet you're wearing a thong right now to show your ass off more, aren't you?"

"No," she denied. "I.. I ne... never wear a..." Her voice faded. She wasn't wearing a thong on this particular day, but he didn't know it.

"I'll find out, so bend over," he said.

"Why... what?"

"So I can fuck you. You need to be fucked and you know I'm right. Admit it!"

"No, I... I... you can't. Not here."

"Yes, here," he said has he pushed her down so she was on the top of the stack of books. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard, the way you need to be fucked. I'm going to fuck you like a dog and have you howling like one when I make you cum all over my cock!"

"No, please don't," she begged. She could feel herself blushing. She was a "screamer" as some like to call it, especially when she had an orgasm. If he did fuck her here and she came... "God," she thought, "everyone in the village would hear and know."

She heard him undoing his pants, heard the zipper go down, pulling them down. Then his shorts. "Now let's see that horny pussy of yours," he said as he grabbed at her skirt...

"ALENA!"

Alena Vazquez slammed the book she was holding closed. The voice of Kate Paine, head librarian of the Willardsburg Village Library, brought her back to reality.

"Damn," Alena thought to herself. "I need to quit daydreaming like that."

"What has your head in the clouds today Alena?" Kate asked as she came up beside her, glancing at the closed book in Alena's hands.

"Daydreaming is an understatement," Alena thought to herself. "I can't let my mind wander thinking of things like that, even if I had just read about it last night." She shook her head slightly, clearing the last vestiges of eroticism from her mind.

"Little Women?" continued Kate, as she discerned the book title from the cover. "Imagining yourself as Meg?" she asked.

"Jo," Alena said. It wasn't quite true. It was another book she had on her mind. She was imagining herself in a story she had read the night before from a collection of erotic short stories she had purchased online, one of several collections she had bought for herself, and which she discretely placed out of sight when company would come by, which wasn't very often. She was surprised the story was still so vivid in her mind, but the fact that it took place in a library may have had something to do with it.

"Well, read later," Kate said. "We have a tiny matter you and I have to clean up."

A year ago, Alena had never even heard of Willardsburg, much less knew that one of the smallest villages (it was too small to be considered a "town") in New England had its own library. Now she was an assistant librarian at the tiny library. A chance encounter with an old college friend who had heard of a job opening here because her husband's parents lived in the next town over. A couple interviews and a thorough background check resulted in the job offer which she quickly accepted.

Not that she wanted to work in a small village that most people never heard of, or would miss if they blinked when driving by on the state route that went through the tiny burg's center, especially after just turning age 50 and divorced for three years. It was getting laid off from her previous job as librarian at a library just outside of Boston that dropped her back into the job market. Librarian jobs weren't plentiful at the time, so she couldn't be choosy. So here she was in the bustling center of Willardsburg, working for less than half the pay she had been getting, and using part of that to rent a small mobile home just outside the village limits. But, it was a start, and she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"So what's the matter that needs cleaning up?" Alena asked as they both walked into Kate's office. It was small, like most things in Willardsburg, but since Kate was the senior librarian, she was entitled to it, and its lack of space didn't seem to bother her at all.

"Here," Kate said, handing her a paper receipt.

Alena took and looked at it, sliding her glasses down her nose slightly so she could see it clearer. Among other things, she was extremely near-sighted, a fact betrayed by her thick glasses. Still, they didn't take away from her overall appearance. She wasn't an unattractive woman, even at age 50. Her longish black hair accentuated her looks, especially since there was no trace of gray (yet) in it. She was more than plump as she imagined herself in her earlier fantasy but her full breasts were no fantasy, plus with a nicely, if extra-padded ass and thick thighs, she could be a MILF-lover's dream.

Emphasis on the word "could." In the small world of Willardsburg, men of any sort were in short supply. They were either older social security recipients or much too young for her tastes. And any other men she encountered that were more to her liking were already happily married off with families of their own.

"I remember this," Alena said in regards to the receipt. "This was for the overdue book fine for... " She paused as she adjusted the paper so she could focus her eyes on it. "For 'Roman History from a First Century Perspective. Twelve days overdue at a dollar a day from..." She paused again to refocus her eyes. "Received from Isaac Foxworthy. Marked as paid in full." She then handed the receipt back to Kate.

"When was the last time you had your eyes examined?" Kate asked as she took the receipt.

"I don't remember exactly," Alena said. "Two years, maybe three. Because I'm blessed with such a unique prescription for my eyes, I never qualify for all those bargains they tell you about on the television ads. So these things set me back a small fortune even with insurance. So what's the matter with the receipt?"

"Just a suggestion," she replied. "And the matter with the receipt was that the book wasn't overdue. It had been returned a day early as a matter of fact."

"Returned? No, it can't be. I always double-check the log and it wasn't listed. It wasn't entered onto the log until the day before I mailed out the late notice."

"I think Sally missed it and didn't catch it, then finally logged it before she went back to college," Kate said. Sally was one of the library's volunteers who helped out over the Summer. Alena liked her though she did at times think she was a bit of a scatterbrain. Now her suspicions had been confirmed.

It also brought up the antiquated process the library used to manage its records, which was all by paper. Alena had asked about why the Willardsburg Library hadn't computerized their record keeping. Kate explained it was all a matter of money. Being a tiny institution with not much traffic, there was barely enough funds to pay their salaries and purchase new books. And the specialized software they would need wasn't inexpensive.

"If he returned the book," Alena said, "why on Earth did he pay the fine? I even deposited the check."

"Because he's a bit absent-minded," was Kate's answer. "He's a super-smart man. Used to teach history at some university out on the west coast before moving back here with his wife."

"Why would he move back here of all places?"

"Because he owns over half of Willardsburg. Been in his family for years."

"Now you're just playing with me," Alena said. "How could he own half the town?"

"Because he can trace his ancestry back to "Old Man Willard," Kate answered.

Even Alena was familiar with "Old Man Willard", as she had heard discussions about him at the library. Known as Noah Willard, he was a former soldier in the American Revolutionary War who after the war came here and settled down to start farming. Successful at it, he bought up several tracts of the surrounding land, eventually founding the village which bore his name.

"So he owns half of everything," Alena said. "That's pretty crazy."

"Well, he does," Kate said. "I think he even owns the mobile home you live in,"

"Now you're bullshitting me," she said. "No way he owns it."

"He most certainly does. Check one of your rent receipts sometime."

Alena grabbed her purse which she kept in Kate's office when they were working. Rummaging through it, she pulled out a piece of paper.

"I just sent my payment off," she said. "And I paid it to..." She paused to focus on the receipt. "To Sunshine Rentals. And I mailed it to a town in Pennsylvania, which is nowhere near Willardsburg."

"It may surprise you to know that Sunshine Rentals is one of his companies," Kate said. "My daughter rents an apartment from him. Even though she pays her rent online, it's still goes to Sunshine Rentals."

"So I suppose running this company and maybe others makes him absent minded?" Alena asked?

"In part," Kate answered. "That, and he has the responsibilities of being mayor that times up some of his time."

"Mayor?" Alena asked. "Mayor of what?"

Kate laughed. "Mayor of Willardsburg, silly, where else?'

"Here? We have a mayor?" Alena asked.

"Of course we have a mayor, silly," Kate laughed as she patted Alena's arm. "You need to get your nose out of your books for a few minutes and look at the world around you."

"I have," she replied, "and most of the time I don't like it. Reading gives me the escape I need."

"Being a big reader is great, especially for the line of work we're in. Just leave a little space for real life now and then."

"Okay. But back to the mayor with not-overdue book, if you'll write out a check for him, I can drop it off at the post office."

"I already wrote the check, but there's no need to mail it to him. I already called him about it and he'll be by later this evening to pick it up."

"He's coming here? Tonight? Why is he coming here?"

"He told me he had some business to attend to, and he'd be by afterwards. Just apologize to him, hand him the check, and that'll be it."

"Wait," Alena said. "Why do I have to apologize? And why do I have to hand him the check?"

"Because," Kate said, "he won't be by until around closing time at 8:00, maybe a little after, and I won't be here."

"It's a Friday," Alena replied. "You're always here on Friday nights. Why won't you be here tonight?"

"I asked you over a month ago to cover for me tonight, don't you remember?" she said. "Me and Hubby are going out for dinner, kind of a late anniversary thing. And you agreed to cover for me. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"I..." Alena looked back in her mind. She vaguely remembered a conversation, something about an anniversary dinner date that would happen sometime. "Is that really tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, it's tonight," she replied. "And I've reminded you every week since, and as I recall, you told me you had me covered each time."

"Why does it have to be tonight," Alena moaned. "Couldn't you call him back, have him pick it up tomorrow?"

"It was his idea to come tonight since he'd be so close," Kate said. "I'm not going to call him to try and change his mind. Look, he'll be in here five minutes, tops, if that. If he's a couple minutes late, I told him to rap on the doors. Just let him in, give him the check and he'll be on his merry way. It's really simple. Besides, the worst he can do is fire you."

Alena's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped.

"F-f-f-fire... m-m-me?" she stammered. "N-n-no, I... I... "

Kate laughed and clasped one of Alena's hands in here. "I'm kidding," she said in a loud voice, looking her in the eye. "God, Alena, you really have to lighten up. Unwad your panties and relax. He's not going to fire you."

"B-b-but...but... the fine... I... he's th-th-the... m-m-mayor..." she managed to spit out, still unable to stop stammering, her breath coming out short.

"So he's the mayor and has influence. He's also one of the library's biggest donors. He'd have to go through the board to do that. He's not going to can your ass over this. Besides, I'll give him a piece of my mind if he even thinks about doing some shit like that to you."

"Also," she continued, "don't let him tell you to keep the check in exchange for you giving him a blowjob!"

Alena's mouth went wide open. "A... a... what? I'd... I'd never... "

Kate burst out laughing, so hard she had to sit in the chair at her desk. "God, Alena," she said between gales of laughter, "You're expression was priceless!"

Alena started to get angry. "I'm glad you found humor in all of this. Some friend you are!"

Still laughing, Kate said, "Of course I'm your friend and you're a wonderful woman, but if you have one fault, it's that you keep yourself too tightly wound."

"I'm plenty unwound," Alena protested.

"At home, yes. But just because we're here working doesn't mean you can't loosen up once in a while. That doesn't mean I want you to do a weekly pole dance for the patrons, but we can laugh and joke about things.

"Look, you and I are employed in a profession that we deeply love. There's nothing wrong with having some fun as long as it doesn't annoy the people who come in here."

"I'll try," Alena said. "I guess annoying people is something I try to avoid."

"As long as you try is the important thing. And if you get too annoying I'll let you know. So remember, no pole dancing and definitely no blow jobs."

Alena chuckled. "Well, I don't have the body for the former and I'm sure Mr. Foxworthy's wife would object if I offered him the latter."

"That won't be happening," Kate said, taking a more serious tone. "His wife died a few years. Rather sad, as they were such a great couple and she was a charmer for sure."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. What happened to her?"

"Heart attack. She dropped dead one morning. I heard it was so massive they think she was dead before she hit the ground."

"Wow!" Alena said. "I guess you never know."

"Yeah," replied Kate. "She was on the big, about your size, and a few years older. You have a similar build that she had. Her skin was much paler than yours and she was a blonde with blue eyes, but there are some similarities between the two of you. But not that I nag much about it but you really have to watch your weight more. I don't want you dropping dead on me."

"It's my Mexican heritage," she said. "All the women in my family are big. My sisters, my mother and aunts. We're all cursed to be fat."

"Well, at least try to be a little more active. Take a walk on your lunch breaks instead of holing up someplace with a book. You can do that at home. And if you must read on your lunch, audio books are a Godsend."

"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I'll avoid the subject of blowjobs altogether. And I won't offer a pole dance or even a lap dance for that matter."

"It's funny you should say that," Kate chuckled.

"What?"

"I think it's why I brought up the whole thing about the blowjob. Mind you, these were rumors, but there was always talk about the Foxworthy's being a rather kinky couple."

"Now you're really bullshitting me!"

"No joke and no bullshit. Of course it was just talk and whispers, at the diner and whatnot. A couple people said they were into bondage games, even the whole dom/sub thing. Some others swear they were into swinging. I don't even know if that's a thing anymore, but that's what I heard."

"Sounds like more talk than anything."

"Maybe so. Then there was the one..."

"What?"

"Well, one guy, said he was walking by their home in the middle of the night some years ago. Apparently his car had broken down and he had to walk home. When he went by their house, he swears he heard a woman's voice, howling like a dog in heat, screaming 'FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!"

"Now that's bullshit. Got to be."

"Maybe so, but he swore it wasn't. Anyways, just don't worry about it. When he comes, just give him a quick apology, hand him the check, and then you're off for the night."

Alena shook her head. "I guess if I have to."

"Yes, you have to," Kate replied. "Trust me, you'll do fine."

"As long as he doesn't can my ass."

"He won't, okay? It was just a joke, and I'm sorry for putting the thought into your head."

************

Alena looked at the clock on the wall. 6:11pm was the time. Kate had left about fifteen minutes earlier. "You'll be fine," Kate had again reassured her.

"Damn it," Alena thought to herself. "I know she was joking, but... if he's as kinky as Kate says he is, or was... what if he says I have to suck his cock in order to keep my job! It took me long enough trouble finding this position. I'm getting too old to switch out jobs again."

Alena looked around from the library's main desk where she stood. No one was here, and there hadn't been in almost an hour. Friday's were slow; people found other activities to spend their time on that didn't include checking out books.

She continued to think. "It's like that other story I read from the same collection, it was a couple nights ago. In it, a woman was called into her boss' office where she...

Alena knocked on her boss' door, which was open. "You wanted to see me?"

Her boss, a man of about 40, seated at his desk said, "Yes, come on in, Alena, and close the door behind you."

She entered the office, and closed the door. As she did so, he motioned for her to sit down in a chair in front of his desk.

As she settled into the chair, he said, "I won't beat around the bush, Alena. The company has to make some budget cuts and that includes eliminating some positions, one of them being yours."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. "Are...are you saying I'm... I'm being fired?"

"I don't want to let you go. You've been a great asset to the company these past few months and the review your manager has said nothing but great things about you and your work ethic. Unfortunately, with the situation, you being the last hired and all, we have to work from the bottom up."