Bondage Librarian Chapter Seven [A]
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Brigit's whole body trembled visably as Carl led her into the club through
the large oak door. She glanced around at the elegant decor and patrons,
who all appeared fully dressed, and felt totally conspictuous. Her knees
felt weak as she walked across the soft red carpet to the bar with Carl.
'Hello Monica,' Carl smiled at the dark haired woman sitting alone in the
dim light of the bar.
'Hello Carl...you're late in tonight,' she welcomed him like an old
friend. Her dark eyes flashed and immediately locked onto the young
blonde at his side.
'Yes, I know...had a few loose ends to tie up at work!' he laughed.
'Really?' she smirked. She raised one of her thinly penciled eyebrows
curiously at the pretty librarian.
Brigit trembled and pretended to ignore the inuendo of his remark. She
glanced around at the small group of middle aged business men standing at
the other end of the bar. Her stomach knotted as she felt them mentally
undressing her with their hungry eyes. Her breasts threatened to pop out
over the top of the tight cotton dress with ever breath she took.
'Umm...I have to go to the bathroom...' she mumbled, tugging on the back
of Carl's shirt sleeve.
'I don't know if I trust you yet...' he whispered to her.
'I won't run away...promise!' she said meekly. She turned her face from
Monica as she spoke.
'Ok...off you go. I've got a bit of business to discuss here, anyway,' he
dismissed her.
Brigit walked as bravely as she could past the group of grinning business
men. She held her head down, not wanting to catch the eye of any of them.
'Hello!' a tall, fat man with a beard stepped into her path.
'Hello,' Brigit mumbled. She kept her head down and tried to side step
him.
'I haven't seen you here before...can I but you a drink?' he continued to
block her way.
'Ummm...no thank you...' she mumbled politely, glancing up into his eyes
for a second.
'It's ok...Carl won't mind,' he reassured her. He refused to let her past
unless she agreed.
The young blonde librarian glanced back to Carl. Carl nodded and turned
back to continue his conversation with Monica. She reluctantly let him
order her a scotch and soda and waited awkwardly for it to arrive.
'What's your name?' one of the men asked.
'Brigit...' she smiled weakly. She shivered as she felt his eyes boring
into her breasts. The air conditioning in the room made her cold as it
evaporated the moisture from her dress and her nipples, she knew, were
stiffly erect and standing out against the wet fabric.
'Here you are,' the fat man said as he handed her her drink.
Brigit caught a glance of her reflection in the mirrored glass wall behind
the bar and lost concentration for a second. She hadn't realised that the
rain on her dress had made the white cotton virtually transparent and the
dark, pink circles of her nipples were clearly visable.
'Thank you,' she said. She reached up with both hands to take the
overflowing glass from the fat man, but he kept it just out of reach.
'You haven't told me you name,' he said. He held the glass teasingly away.
Brigit had instinctively reached up for the glass, forgetting for a moment
that her dress only just covered her bare bottom. Lifting her arms caused
the hem to ride up nearly two inches over her firm cheeks, revealing to
the men behind, who couldn't take their eyes off her posterior, that she
wore no undies.
'Brigit!' she blushed, quickly dropping her heels to the floor and reached
for the hem of her dress as discreetly as she could. 'Brigit...Martins'
she said more calmly as he handed her the drink.
The scotch must have been at least a double, because she gasped and
coughed at the first sip.
'Stir it with the straw!' the fat man laughed at her.
The men had formed a tight circle around her and watched as she sipped
through the straw. They resumed their conversation, talking about things
and people she'd never heard of. She imagined it to be office talk and her
thoughts drifted away.
'Umm...I have to go to the bathroom,' she excused herself as she placed
her empty glass on the counter of the bar. They parted and allowed her to
pass.
