Author’s Note: Hey folks, just a little palette cleanser for myself. Simple plotted smut. It does have cheating involved, so if that’s not your bag you have been warned. Otherwise I do hope you all enjoy, and more of my usual heavier fare will be coming in the future.
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Slut in the Library
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Anna hummed her band’s latest song quietly to herself as she entered the college’s library, her fingers tapping the drum beats on the skateboard tucked under her arm. It was a saturday, and relatively quiet, with just a few students tucked into the corners to study and get whatever homework they needed to get done for Monday. Only the second week of the new school year, and already folks were swamped.
But she wasn’t looking for study material today, she was looking for entertainment. And shoe string budget that she was on after buying the newest drum kit, taking a book from the library was far more feasible than just buying. Much as she enjoyed full book shelves.
Walking to the fiction section, Anna couldn’t help but wave at the librarian behind the desk. The older woman was frowning at the choice of Anna’s garb. Black and red running shoes that just managed to hide the grass stains, jeans with cuts along the legs showing the fishnet stockings underneath, and a black lace bra worn beneath a short sleeved fishnet shirt. Loose dirty blonde hair cascaded from under a black hat worn backwards with the band’s name “Wildcats” printed across it in crimson lettering.
Soon though the woman was out of sight, and Anna was tapping her fingers along the spines of a shelf full of urban fantasy books. Occasionally a title caught her eye that she’d not read yet, pausing her humming and finger drumming to pull it out. Inevitable to behold the beautiful cover art of a gorgeous woman in tight leather. Sometimes in heels, depending on how old the book was.
Anna couldn’t help herself. She knew you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but the art work always grabbed her attention. And when she got home curled up in her bed, she’d be treated to an enjoyable thriller with a steamy affair with some vampire bad boy. Or something like that.
The third book she pulled free had a pretty red head on the front cover, clad in tight leather pants and a corset under a leather jacket. Her hair whipped in the wind, and she had a sword in her hand despite the very modern city in the background. Anna studied the art a few moments, appreciating the detail the artist went into even getting the shadows in the woman’s cleavage right, before she turned the book over.
The summary on the back seemed fairly typical. Bad ass lass had to save the world, while her partner was some kind of demon that got her all hot and bothered. She smirked to herself and turned to walk out from the aisle only to come face to face with her equivalent of the hot demon boy from the book.
He stood just before her, nearly a head taller than her, his lips curled in a wry smile. Dressed in a brown t-shirt and simple blue jeans, Anna felt her heart flutter as her eyes examined the scruff across his jaw.
“Well hello there James. Don’t tell me your still mad about last Saturday. The Wildcats got that gig fair and square,” she told her rival drummer from the Rascals. A less than catchy name for a band she told herself once again. In response to her comment though, James just shrugged.
“Nah. We’re playing at the Brass House this weekend,” he said, and Anna frowned. The Wildcats had been in chats to get that gig.
“You bastard,” she said poking him in the chest clumsily with the skateboard under her arm. He grasped her wrist in turn, and forced it above her head and made her gasp. Her skateboard hit the floor and slid a few feet away. Fuck she loved the power he had, his grip strong around her wrist, covering the little blue dragonfly tattoo she had there.
“All’s fair in love and war,” James said, and grasped Anna’s other hand and lifted it upwards, until he clenched both her wrists in one hand. He looked down at her and stepped closer until his body wash filled her senses. Her nostrils flared as her stomach flipped.
“Would your girlfriend say the same thing?” she asked, as James pinned her hands against the top of the shelf. She felt books against her spine and shoulder blades, a shelf pressing against her ass. Despite her words though she couldn’t stop him. Mostly because she really didn’t want to stop him.
“Since when did you care?” James asked with a wry smirk, his now free hand sliding over Anna’s form. He paused at her breast and cupped it. Squeezed it to make Anna let out a soft little moan. Then he began to trail further downwards, teasing her skin through the fishnet top she sported. “I don’t think you’d care even if she knew how much you loved my cock.”
“What kind of slut would I be if I did?” Anna said and lifted her knee to drag her thigh along his own. James grinned, and pushed down on her leg until she was properly standing again.
“A good girl,” he said, and dragged his hand up to her hip.
“Good girls are over rated,” Anna said with a grin, and lunged her face upwards, snapped her teeth at him. James shot his head back then grinned, and pushed on her hip firmly, making the shelf shift behind her ever so slightly.
“Well. Let’s find out exactly how bad you are then,” he said, and pulled his fingers inwards. With a quick snap he opened the button of her jeans. His eyes glanced to either side of the quiet aisle while he drew down her zipper. Anna didn’t both looking around. She simply didn’t care.
“Well. Find out then,” Anna urged him, and chewed her lip when his fingers toyed with the waistband of her thong.
Slowly he pushed beneath it, feeling the lace over the back of his knuckles as his fingers passed over her clit and made her let out a soft moan amid the fiction section. James didn’t stop though, not until his fingers slid between her labia, and felt the slick arousal waiting for him. Slowly he began to tease the lips of her sex, and Anna let out a short little gasp.
“Very bad,” he said, letting his fingers curl inwards. He pushed gently inside Anna, making her moan softly. Her hips pushed down against them, as she stared up at him. She chewed on her lips, quieting her moans as he pulled free from her cunt and slid back up to pinch her clit.
“Just how you like it,” she whispered, and he smirked in reply. He softly rubbed her clit, watching the expression on her face. He leaned inwards, and bit her ear, tugged gently with his teeth. His chest pressed firmly against her breasts, letting the sensation of the fishnets graze him through his shirt.
Then Anna heard a soft hum behind her. On the other side of the shelf a young woman sang the latest pop song to herself as she perused the books. James stiffened, but Anna ground her hips against him, making him continue to pleasure her. To rub at her clit. Her juices soaking into the lace of her thong, slathering his fingers as he worked lower again to the entrance of her cunt.
Gently he pushed inside her with two digits. Spread her open as she bit her lip to make her moan come out in a choked little whine. There was a pause in the humming behind her as James pulled his head back to stare at her. Anna just grinned up at him while he finger fucked her. Just on the other side of the shelf someone else was trying to determine what they’d just heard.
There were no words between the two of them. Just staring at each other as James continued, working Anna higher, and higher. Soon enough the humming behind her continued. The young woman there either deciding she’d misheard, or that she didn’t care.
She was taking awhile though, looking for what she wanted, and that only excited Anna more. Her imagination filling with fantasies that only helped James and his skilled fingers, whose pads had found her g-spot.
Another low moan as Anna felt herself getting towards the edge. Another pause in the humming. There was a thrill, not knowing if they were caught or not. James looked scared, and Anna knew why, but she was right there, and her own desires spurred her further.
As she came she let out a low hungry moan. A quiet sound that likely wouldn’t be heard by anyone except the stranger on the other side of the shelf, and James. But that was enough as her juices gushed over the fingers fucking her. Her hands clenched above her head, still pinned against the shelf, still managing to hold the book carefully.
As her moan died upon her lips, James slowly pulled his fingers free. They glistened from her release, and he lifted them to Anna’s lips. She drew them in with her tongue, holding in a delighted groan as her own tart flavour spread across her tongue. She closed her eyes, sucking on his fingers, washing them with her tongue, until he pulled free.
Behind her, footsteps walked away, no hum this time. James tried not to blush, but Anna could see hints of it beneath the scruff of his beard.
“Come. I know what else you want,” she purred with delight as James released her wrists. He watched her, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow when she didn’t bother doing up her jeans. To Anna though, they were still snug on her hips and ass enough that they didn’t shift when she walked over and picked up her skateboard.
She walked to the far end of the aisle, putting an extra sway into her hips, and James sighed. She knew he was thinking purely with his cock despite the guilt chewing at him. Guilt he always forgot as soon as they were within inches of each other.
She dipped out from the aisle and started making her way to the back of the library. Towards one of the back desks where she’d be plenty hidden on her knees. She glanced back, saw a young woman in one of the aisles of books. The woman’s eyes shifted, cause sight of Anna, and she blushed, looking away. Anna grinned to herself, even as James kept his head cast down.
She passed one of the little desks, saw a man studying there. He glanced up, and blinked when he caught sight of the black lace of Anna’s thong with her jeans open. She just gave him a little wink, which only made him blush and turn back to his work as she continued on past. Just a few desks back, and gestured for James to take a seat.
He looked around. They’d turned a corner, and though he could see a chunk of the library from where he stood, over half of it was hidden behind books shelves and curving walls. He looked at Anna, chewing her lip, and sat down.
“Bad bad boy. Can’t ever resist. Now I know for sure I suck cock better than your girlfriend,” Anna purred and slid down between his legs, ran her hands up his thighs and towards his crotch. Soon she was feeling his erection through his jeans, and he pressed his finger against his mouth.
Part of it was to stop a groan. The other part Anna knew was to stop himself from agreeing with her. She grinned, and swiftly undid his belt. Popped the button of his jeans, and unzipped him.
“But I’m not going to suck your cock. Well… not to finish anyway,” she said, pulling down on his boxers and fishing out his erection. He sprang up, and Anna grinned. She leaned in, ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before pulling him into her mouth.
He bit his knuckle, muffling another groan. Still, Anna imagined that studying kid hearing it. His own cock getting hard with his imagination slowly filling with Anna’s flesh and foreseen actions. She started to bob up and down his length, slathering his shaft with her saliva. She ran her hands along his thighs, letting her drool dribble downwards along his cock. Then she pulled off him and smiled up at him.
James only stared.
“Come on. Say it though. Say I suck cock better than your girlfriend,” Anna purred, pushing James, as she always did. He frowned at her, but Anna just flicked the tip of his dick with her tongue.
“You suck my cock better than my girlfriend,” he relented. Truthful or not, because Anna really didn’t know how well the woman could suck a cock, she grinned. For her, it was just getting James to say it. Each and every time.
“Bad boy,” she said, and pulled up her shirt until the fishnet was bundled just beneath her breasts. She sat up on her knees and pulled out on both shirt and bra. James stared at her as she adjusted herself, grasping his cock with one hand, and slid it beneath her garb.
Gently, she let go, trapping Jame’s spit slick cock between her tits. She grasped her breasts, squeezed herself and pushed them together around the cock resting against her sternum, and started to use her thighs to rise and fall.
James couldn’t help himself. He leaned back and bit his knuckle again to stifle a moan. Anna grinned up at him, feeling her own saliva smearing along the soft skin of her breasts as she stroked his cock with them. The head of his chest pressing up against the fishnets stretched across her cleavage. This was going to make a mess, and frankly Anna was living for it.
“You’ll have to get my book for me,” Anna purred softly as she ascended, descending again as James looked at her with some confusion. “Because you’re going to cum all over my tits, and I’m not going up to that woman with such a mess.”
James’s laugh was distorted with another groan, watching the idol of his lust and fantasies tit fuck him. Her fingertips toying with her nipples through the black lace hiding her breasts from full view.
“I think you should. Slut,” he said, and Anna closed her eyes, the word striking directly at her libido. Stirring her further. The idea was tempting, and she went a bit faster.
She didn’t respond though, instead just enjoying the debauchery of the moment. Enjoyed James trying to keep himself quiet as people studied around them. As people sought out books for education, entertainment, or both. All it would take was for someone to come around the corner, and take a few steps to the back to catch them in the act.
And Anna lived for it. Part of her still wanted to be caught. To be viewed with such abject lust. Her fingers slipped between gaps in the fishnet and toyed just inside the cups of her bra. Grazing her areola, and so close to her stiff nipples pressed against the lace. Her hips rolled slightly, almost thrusting against the air as her arousal swam through her mind, all while she pleasured the man sat before her. The man who took her band’s gig, but she could never get enough of.
“Fuck. Anna-” James started, but Anna hushed him. She knew what he was going to say, but she didn’t want a warning. She wanted a deliciously sticky mess.
His head rolled back, and Anna wondered if anyone saw him. If anyone was coming. She chewed her lip and closed her eyes a moment. Until James grunted again.
The first rope of cum shot up her chest, getting caught of the strings of her shirt. More continued to shoot out, and she clamped her hand over the cock pressed against her shirt. Cum smeared across her palm, spilled down between her mostly pressed tits, over his shaft.
Anna couldn’t help but lick her lips with a purr. James panted, and slowly brought his head forward, staring down at the slut kneeling between his legs. The woman who stirred his cock every time he saw her. He couldn’t resist, despite who waited back at his apartment. But once again, Anna staved off the guilt as she brought her palm up and started to lick the cum off it with a low groan and long slow strokes. She was savouring it, even as James softened between her breasts.
“Enjoy that tiger?” she purred, and James just nodded as he watched Anna retrieve his cock from beneath her cleavage. He watched rivulets of cum running down into her cleavage before her tongue found his prick. Slowly caresses once more that had him groaning. Had his cock stirring back to life as she savoured the taste of his release, getting cum smeared on her lips, and even some on her cheek.
“How could I not,” James asked as Anna pulled him fully into her mouth again. Let him savour the wet heat, for a moment as her tongue stroked him. She groaned softly, and felt him get fully erect again beyond her lips. Slowly she pulled off him, and looked up with a smirk. She let a single finger trail along his shaft.
“Looks like you want more. But, maybe I should get running,” Anna purred, picking up her book and skateboard as she got to her feet. She still didn’t do up her jeans as she walked back into the aisles of bookshelves. The history section this time. Still with that beautiful sway of her hips.
James didn’t bother tucking his hard, spit slick cock away. He got to his feet and quickly went after her, not noting the girl from before seeing them vanishing into the bookshelves. He caught up with Anna and grasped her arm, and her opposite hip, and pulled himself close. His cock pressed against the rough denim clutching her ass, and Anna just looked back at him with a playful smirk.
“What’s this tiger? Going to take me right here?” she teased, pulling her hand free from his, and James just grabbed her other hip, and turned her towards the bookshelf. “That’s it, naughty boy.”
James dragged his hand up Anna’s back, enjoying the sensation of fishnets beneath his palm and shifting the garment across her skin. Soon enough though, he had the back of Anna’s neck, and pushed her forward. Her skateboard dropped again, louder than before as it cracked against the shelf. She had to drop her book as well, letting it fall with a dull thump to the floor, as she grabbed the shelf before her.
“Naughty little temptress,” James said, dragging his hand down the expanse of Anna’s back until he hooked his fingers in her jeans, the back of his knuckles dragged over the waistband of her thong.
With a firm tug he began to pull down Anna’s jeans. He smirked, giving another firm tug and watched that tightly clutching denim descend over the swell of Anna’s ass. He let his nails drag across her skin, the head of his slick cock tracing along the lace of her thong, pressing into the cleft of her ass. A small moan spilled into the quiet of the library as James pulled her jeans down around her thighs, the lacy bands topping her fishnet stockings poking above the denim.
With his thumb, he slipped under the string of her thong, right near the waistband. Anna let out another soft groan as James ran his thumb downwards, pulling the lace from between her rear cheeks the further down he went. Soon he had the strip pulled to the side entirely, able to see the glistening lips of Anna’s needy cunt. Her fingers gripped the shelf before her tighter as she stared at the spine of a book about the war of the roses.
One hand gripping his cock, the other holding Anna’s thong to the side, James guided himself to her entrance. The thought of a condom briefly slithered into Anna’s mind, before James pushed inside her. The thought was expelled with a hungry moan as she was stretched open for him. His flesh gliding along her own, deeper into the heat of her cunt.
He released his cock, and her thong, letting the lace slid back to rest against his shaft. James gripped Anna’s hips, and slowly he began to properly fuck her while she stared at the history text before her. A low moan started to rise as he picked up speed, and he reached forward to clamp a hand over her mouth. His fingers slipped between her lips, making Anna taste the lingering flavour of her cunt from before.
Lips clamping around those fingers, Anna closed her eyes. Behind her, James built up his pace, his breath getting heavy as he drove his cock into the slut bent over before him. She thrust back with her hips, shaking the book shelf slightly. A book fell, striking her shoulder and falling to the ground but Anna only let out a grunt as she continued to fuck James.
Fingers clenched into Anna’s ass, James closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose. He started to lose himself in the moment, and Anna delighted in their lust being unleashed where they could so easily be caught. Her cum slick breasts giving short bounces in the confines of her bra beneath the scandalous top.
The shift of a book caught Anna’s ears, and with a grin she opened her eyes. Through the shelf and over the tops of a few books on English civil wars, Anna caught a pair of wide brown eyes staring at her through a cute pair of black rimmed glasses.
They’d been caught, and Anna grinned when the person on the other side didn’t move. She slowly lifted one hand, touched a finger to the spine of that war of the roses book, and pulled back until it fell off the shelf. Anna barely heard it thump on the ground as she started at the blushing visage of the woman from before.
Anna groaned for the voyeur, and the woman just blushed deeper, now that she had been caught in turn. Or perhaps she simply found herself trapped. Anna didn’t know, and didn’t care, more interested in the fact that the mousy looking girl was staring at the fingers pushed into Anna’s mouth as she was fucked from behind, instead of fleeing.
Another book fell from the shelf, and Anna beckoned to the woman standing on the other side with a single finger. The woman’s eyes widened, and she lifted herself enough to peer down towards Anna’s cleavage. Anna’s sticky, cum slathered cleavage. Her look snapped back to Anna’s eyes, and the slut just beckoned this mousy girl again.
The stranger looked about while James continued to drive himself into Anna’s cunt, enjoying the lips and tongue teasing his fingers. His eyes still closed, unknowing that he had an audience to his infidelity.
After the third beckon, the stranger though turned and sheepishly walked down the aisle. She turned around the end of the shelves, and Anna followed her. This made James open his eyes to see the woman standing at the end of the aisle. He was too lost in his own pleasures though to react as he should have. Instead grinning at her, and pulling his hand from Anna’s mouth to grip her hair and pull firmly. The motion knocked her hat off, causing it to bounce off the shelves and fall to the ground.
She still tried to muffle her moan, but it still carried across a few rows of books, and she had no shame from it. James stared at the newcomer, unsure of how to proceed even as his hips continued to drive forward, clapping against Anna.
“Come here honey,” Anna said in a soft whisper, almost lost amid the sounds of their fucking. She was amazed no one else had ratted them out yet. Or maybe anyone who heard was just letting it happen. The mousy girl did come closer though, standing just beside the scene. She and James glanced at each other, and James grinned, though she blushed.
James released Anna’s hair then, and Anna tilted her head, looking up at the woman.
“Take your shirt off,” Anna purred hungrily, barely over a whisper. The woman glanced between the two of them, but Anna had recognized excitement amid the fear. The invitation was just what she needed.
The woman reached down and gripped the bottom hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up and off over her head. Her cute little breasts were held in a sky blue bra, and her blush deepened as she stood there.
“Now your bra,” Anna urged, and the girl’s shirt fell from her fingers. She reached back, unable to shake her blush all the while. For a moment she paused, and looked about her, and Anna grinned, seeing the nerves and excitement clashing in her expression as James continued to slam his cock inside her.
When the stranger’s eyes settled on Anna again, she unclasped her bra and slowly pulled the straps down her arms. Anna bit her lip again, cutting off a moan of appreciation at the small slopes now on display. At the soft pink of her nipples standing proudly. Anna wanted them in her mouth, and beckoned towards the woman again, too afraid too speak lest they get caught by yet another.
And even Anna wasn’t willing to bet lightning would strike twice.
The stranger though came towards the slut bent over in front of her, being fucked hard enough that another book fell from the metal shelving. It clapped against the floor, the face of some British soldier staring upwards. The woman paused, staring at it a moment, but James couldn’t bring himself to stop. Nor could Anna.
The display before her broke the topless stranger from her reverie, and she used her foot to nudge Anna’s urban fantasy aside before she knelt. She let out a hungry gasp, so close now to what would have just been a secret fantasy back in her bedroom with fingers between her thighs. Now though she was running her hands over her body, and pushing her chest forward as Anna grasped her side.
James groaned at the sight, his sense of caring withering as he watched Anna’s lips clamp to the stranger’s breast. The woman closed her eyes, while the slut’s tongue lashed across her nipple. The stranger grasped Anna’s hair, pulled her tighter to her bust. Hungry gasps spilled into the air as Anna’s mouth explored the sensitive flesh.
The stranger’s other hand grasped one of Anna’s bra clad, fishnet covered breasts. She squeezed, and her eyes opened as she felt the slickness under her thumb. Her memory catching up with her lust and clashing together as she realized what she was rubbing into Anna’s skin. But, she couldn’t bring herself to stop, caught up in Anna’s aura of lust.
James flexed her fingers, digging into Anna’s hips, savouring every moment unfolding before him. The hot slickness around his cock while Anna pulled another woman into her depravity.
Just as he had been. He still wasn’t sure if he even wanted out of her spell.
So he kept thrusting, as the stranger slipped her fingers into the cups of Anna’s bra to pinch her nipples and smear his cum on those sensitive peaks. Anna though let her hand glide over the woman’s side and down along the length of her skirt. Fingers hooked into the dark brown material and lifted it upwards. Nails scraped against the woman’s thighs until they found the soft cotton of her panties, soaked with lust.
Anna didn’t hesitate as she pulled them to the side, and pushed her fingers up inside her newest plaything. The stranger clamped a hand over her own mouth and moaned into it. Her hips ground hard against those expert fingers while Anna’s mouth become familiar with each inch of the stranger’s breasts.
“Gunna cum,” James muttered, sliding his fingers off Anna’s hips and pulled himself free. He grasped his cock and started to stroke, while Anna quickly moved.
She pulled her mouth from the stranger’s now glistening breasts, and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. Forced her way into the woman’s mouth with her tongue as she continued to fingerfuck this lost little lamb. The woman could only hold onto Anna, one hand twisted from the slut’s movements to pull the cup of her bra off her breast.
Then James came. He grunted, ropes of cum lashing across both women’s cheeks, onto Anna’s neck and the woman’s exposed breasts. He grunted, taking a step back and staring down at the mess he made. Anna used her free hand to slowly drag cum in a circle around the woman’s nipple before she broke the kiss.
“Oh my God,” the woman muttered, and Anna just grinned, leaning in with tongue extended to drag it along the woman’s cheek. Slowly through that string of cum that was slowly starting to drip downwards.
With hot breath cascading over the woman’s skin, Anna slowly licked up the cum. Her fingers unrelenting as she did so, savouring the taste of Jame’s release again. When she finished with the woman’s cheek, leaving just a glinting streak beneath her high cheekbone, Anna shifted back to the breasts that had enchanted her.
She groaned, and made the stranger moan. Anna’s tongue savoured the slick hot cum, smearing it around the woman’s nipple playfully as she slowly took it all into her mouth. It was then that the woman’s hips twitched. Her nervous fingers clenching tighter around Anna’s breast.
Anna bit down as James pressed his hand to the woman’s mouth, cutting off her moan as she came under Anna’s skilled fingers. Gushing over those eager digits and in her own panties. Only when she started to descend did Anna pull off her breast, and pull her fingers free. James smirked, pulling his hand clear.
“Holy, fuck,” the woman muttered, then paused again, watching entranced as Anna lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked them clean.
“There’s a lot more to clean off,” Anna said, gesturing to her still cum smeared tits, and the stranger blinked, before she started to lean inwards. But Anna stopped her. The woman looked up with a confused look. “Not here. I think we’ve pushed our luck far enough.”
“Then… where?” the woman asked as James tucked himself away finally, his balls well drained to paint across Anna’s skin.
“My place. My bed,” Anna said, getting to her feet and fixing her bra. The woman blushed, but nodded as she went to collect her garments across the floor. James just chuckled and started to turn away. “I just need to check this out first.”
The woman stared, watching Anna pick up the urban fantasy fallen to the floor with its sexy cover. But she didn’t waste time getting dressed herself, even as James hurried out from the rows of book shelves to distance himself from his shame and obsession. Anna smirked as he fled and looked back at the woman.
“Want me to at least get it off your cheek?” the stranger asked, and Anna smirked with a shrug.
“What do you want honey?” she asked, and with another soft blush the woman stepped closer. Careful not to press herself against Anna’s cum slick chest with her shirt back on. She leaned in and dragged her tongue over Anna’s skin, and back towards her ear. Her tongue flicked over the lobe.
“My name’s Penny,” she whispered, and pulled away, just a hint of James’s release on her lower lip. Anna grinned and turned.
“Well honey. Let’s go get better acquainted,” Anna said, pulling her cap back on, and tucking her skateboard under her arm. “First though. The front desk.”
Penny smiled, and the two girls slipped out from the row of book shelves to head to the front counter. Penny with her blush still firmly in place, Anna with a deviant grin. A grin that only grew larger when they walked past the desk where the man from before had his face tucked deeply into his book, desperately making sure he didn’t stare at the two women walking past.
“Welcome to my world honey. I think you’re going to like it here,” Anna said, and Penny bit her lower lip.
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