Chapter 12
I was put on indefinite suspension while Mr. Smiley decided on the appropriate action to take. Or at least that was how he explained his actions.
Actually, I didn't have to be very smart to figure out that he didn't fire me right away because he didn't want any hitch in using the statistics from my film program to present to the library board and city council.
While I was cooling my heels at home it occurred to me that, unless I did something before the board and council met, Mr. Smiley would take advantage of the valuable figures with which I'd provided him, and then fire me. There wouldn't be anything I could do about it if I waited too long.
On the other hand, I was at a loss to figure out what I should do to take full advantage of the time element. Both Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk had made it clear that their cover-up of the full ramifications of the "Hitchhikin' Housewives" episode depended on me not causing any trouble. Otherwise, they implied, they might go to the police. And I'd had enough contact with them not to want to take any chances.
Then, one night, while I was sitting around brooding, something I hadn't thought of before occurred to me. Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk- what were they doing at the library that night?
The more I thought about it, the more I became sure that I had never known them to be at the library at night. And certainly not together. What had they been doing there? I became convinced that the answer to that question might save my neck.
As I pondered it, the more things began to take shape in my mind. For months I had vaguely wondered about the power Miss Greenstalk seemed to have over Mr. Smiley. Never having focused on it enough to try and arrive at an explanation, now I became obsessed with the answer, certain that it was tied in somehow with why they had been together that night I happened to be showing the film.
I had counted on nobody being in the library that night. The fact that they had been there and heard the noise from the audience meant that they must have been doing something upstairs. Perhaps the noise had interrupted them. Perhaps they had been counting on nobody being in the library, either.
I gulped down the drink I had been nursing and jumped off the couch. "I think I just may have tied together the great mystery of the public library," I announced to myself in a loud voice.
I went to the closet and grabbed my coat. Starting to run out of the apartment, at the last moment I returned to the closet and got my camera off the top shelf. Now I dashed out of my apartment to my car.
Checking my watch as I drove across town, I saw that it was 9:30. I wondered if Mr. Smiley and Miss Greenstalk would still be at the library a half an hour after closing. If my theory about why they were there was correct, and they wanted to guarantee privacy, I was sure they would be.
At 9:45 the library was deathly quiet as I let myself in with my employee's key. With all the lights out and no people, the endless shelves of books seemed to hover menacingly in the darkness.
The looming stacks, silence, and darkness were enough to give a ghost the creeps.
I padded upstairs toward the administration offices. My heart leapt when I saw there was still a light burning in Miss Greenstalk's office. It glowed into the darkened hallway through the thin crack under the door.
I walked quietly down the hallway to the far end. The soft padding of my feet was the only noise in the building at the late hour. I hoped they wouldn't hear me outside. Then I remembered that Miss Greenstalk's office was soundproof, one of the things that had made possible the secret of her trysts with me way back when.
When I reached the storeroom I found that it was locked. I pulled a bobby-pin from my hair and nervously began working at the lock.
After what seemed to take hours, the lock popped and I carefully opened the door.
Like a shadow, I slipped across the darkened storeroom. There were cabinets and piles of records everywhere, and I had to move carefully to avoid knocking anything over.
The transom was open just a short way, but already I could hear faint voices from the other side. Cupping my ear, I was still unable to make out the exact words, but I could clearly recognize the voices.
"Smiley and Greenstalk," I whispered to myself triumphantly as I edged myself closer to the connecting door between the storeroom and Miss Greenstalk's office.
There was a massive filing cabinet just beside the door. By standing on top of a chair, I was able to climb up to the top. Every movement had to be carefully planned, lest a sudden creak or crash betray me, the open transom partially negating the soundproofing. Luck was with me and I made my ascent in complete silence.
Standing on the filing cabinet, I craned my neck so I could peer through the opening in the transom. I gaped in astonishment. Even though I had suspected what I might see, the reality was almost too much to believe. In my amazement I almost let out a yell.
But instead of crying out, I took hold of myself and did what I'd intended to do from the beginning. I aimed my camera through the narrow opening and began to adjust the lens.
The scene in Miss Greenstalk's office was beyond imagination. I now knew for sure that her perversity went deeper than mere lesbianism.
There was Miss Greenstalk. Her magnificently full-formed figure was something to behold in its present costume. Transformed from a mere librarian, she seemed like the epitome of ultimate authority and power-an avenging force so severe that she made me shudder even from several feet away.
Miss Greenstalk wore black net stockings that were held up by six garter straps reaching down from the black leather corset cinched at her waist. Her large tits were forced into a tight leather bra with open cups that made her purplish nipples stick out lewdly. In addition, she wore long black gloves and a shrouding black hat that covered her blonde hair.
The bizarre costume was completed by a huge, gnarled dildo that was strapped to her waist, its cushioned base snug against her golden-curled pussy. In her hand she impatiently flicked a leather riding-crop.
She was more terrifying than I had ever seen her. And, in a strange way I couldn't explain, more alluring. For a brief moment I jealously wondered why she had never dressed up this way during our affairs. Then I pushed it out of my mind, determined on this occasion to let revenge take precedence over sex.
Of course her willing victim tonight wasn't some naive assistant librarian like me or Valentine, although the person's costume was that of a young woman, more or less.
The cringing figure who licked her spurred boots was Mr. Smiley!
The mild-mannered library director was a bizarre sight at this particular moment. His skinny limbs were thrust into ill-fitting nylon stockings and high-heeled slippers. A ridiculous red wig perched on his bald head. Across his bony chest a pair of enormous falsies jutted out awkwardly from under his transparent blouse. His skirt was ultra-short, and it rode up enough to show what he wore underneath-a shocking-pink garter belt which circled his hips and held up his baggy stockings. A pair of frilly blue panties completed the costume.
I aimed my camera.
Mr. Smiley was diligently licking Miss Green-stalk's boots, his narrow ass thrust up in the air.
My camera made a muffled click as I took their picture.
"Hurry up, you silly bitch!" Miss Greenstalk ordered Smiley, her cruel voice dripping with exasperation. "And don't forget to lick off the soles. I think I stepped in some dog shit on the way over here."
"Yes, my cruel mistress. Yes, yes," Smiley gasped, groveling pitifully at her leather-shod feet.
"Enough of these fun and games," Miss Greenstalk decided. "I see the only way you'll be good for anything will be to give you a good hard fucking!"
"Oh, yes, yes... please," the director of the library whimpered.
"Then show your eagerness by anointing my noble cock-head with your trembling lips, you sniveling bitch."
Mr. Smiley seized the dildo with his mouth and began to lick and kiss it ardently.
Click went my camera.
"Enough of your filthy spittle," Miss Greenstalk grated. "Bend over my desk, you silly cunt. I'll give you a taste of cock that will leave you begging for more until it rips you in two."
The trembling director scampered foolishly to obey her commands. Bending over the desk, he awaited her assault. His miniskirt slid all the way over his hips, exposing his quivering ass.
"Get those panties off," Miss Greenstalk ordered. Her riding crop flicked across his ass.
Frantically, Smiley tugged the panties down from his thighs, then resumed his bent-over posture.
"Now spread your cheeks," she barked.
He did so, exposing a tight red anus in the middle of his hairy crack.
Miss Greenstalk stalked up behind him with her huge dildo pointed at its target. "Now, you ridiculous little pussy," she snarled, grabbing her cock replica with both hands like a spear. Sadistically she rammed the outsized sexual prong between Smiley's cheeks and into his bunghole.
"Yeeeoooowwww!" he cried from the brutal penetration as the gnarled shaft ripped into his guts. "Oh, my fierce mistress. Take me! Rape me! Fuck me until I'm dead! Ooooooh, tear me apart until I bleed!"
Miss Greenstalk seemed intent on doing just that. She began to drive the huge dildo into his tortured asshole with punishing strength. It was almost impossible to believe that a mere woman could be so incredibly ferocious and strong. "Bitch! Slut! Tramp! Whore!" she chanted with each tearing lunge.
My camera clicked again.
The unlubricated dildo had practically been squeaking up Mr. Smiley's tight asshole until now. But that abruptly changed as a gush of red blood oozed out from the torn ridges of his anus. Instantly the pistoning of the dildo became a rhythmic slurp as the giant prod became coated with a slippery coat of fresh plasma.
"Does it hurt, bitch, does it?" Miss Greenstalk hissed contemptuously. "Can you take it? Can you take a real prick?"
"Oh, God, it's killing me," Smiley whimpered.
"And you love it. Right, bitch?" Miss Greenstalk growled.
"Yes, yes, I love it," he cringed. "I love it."
"And you want more?"
"Yes!"
"Deeper?"
"Yes!"
"Harder?"
"Yes!"
"Unnnhhhhhhh!" she grunted explosively as she slammed her loins against his bony ass. A crimson shower of blood flew into the air from the brutal impact.
My eyes bugged out of my head in disbelief when I saw that the enormous dildo was now buried in Mr. Smiley's ass to the hilt. I couldn't believe that he could take the whole thing.
While Miss Greenstalk ass-fucked him, Mr. Smiley's cock was stirring between his legs. Twitching as it grew, it reached its full hardness of maybe four and a half inches, a pathetic spigot in comparison to Miss Greenstalk's latex monster.
Smiley's hand automatically went to his dick and he started to jack himself off while Miss Greenstalk brutally jabbed him. Then, suddenly, he stopped as the riding crop lashed out of nowhere.
When his hand flew away I got a good look at his pathetic prick and saw a red welt rising along the shaft, oozing blood.
"No playing with yourself, tramp," Miss Greenstalk said sternly. "Only sluts play with themselves."
As if Mr. Smiley needed to masturbate with that terrible dildo surging up his ass. It must have been putting pressure on his prostate gland that was unbelievable. I bet that he'd be creaming within moments whether he wanted to or not.
"Ooooof... ooooooof... ooooooof!" Miss Greenstalk grunted. She was accompanying each murderous thrust of her dildo up Smiley's ass with a guttural bellow, filling the room with the sound of her fury.
I saw that I hadn't been wrong about Mr. Smiley's dick. After about the tenth burst of consecutive dildo thrusts, his prick shot straight out as though it were being launched from his groin like a missile. After a spasm that wracked his whole body, his cock jumped again and a torrent of cum shot out at least a foot in the air.
My camera clicked.
"So," Miss Greenstalk said, "I see you're making a mess again with your filthy discharge. I've warned you about that."
"Yes... yes..." he cringed.
"You know what I said I'd do," she threatened.
"Yes... yes..." he trembled.
His prick started to wilt. I couldn't figure out whether it was in fear or because he was through coming.
Surprisingly, she pulled the monstrous dildo out of his ass. When it was all the way out and I had a clear view of his asshole, I saw that this anus looked liked the inside of a ripe tomato. If I hadn't fought the impulse I would have gasped so loudly they would have been sure to hear me.
"On your back, worm," she ordered.
"Please, no... please..." he whimpered. "I know I deserve it, but... please..."
"You've been naughty and you're going to pay the price," she lectured. "What kind of mistress would I be if I didn't keep my word? You'd have no respect for me-and we can't have that. I promised you that I was going to sit on your face if you misbehaved again, and now I'm obligated to do it."
I could see his face turn ghastly pale.
"You'll be interested to know," she continued, "that I haven't wiped my ass or pussy for three days in anticipation of your incorrigibility. And, as a little bonus for you, my period started today and I haven't had time to shove a Tampax up my cunt. I think that this time you're going to be taught a lesson you'll never forget."
To hurry him along, she kicked him over with a hard thwack of her boot. When he'd rolled onto his back, she straddled him. Bare under the garter belt, I could see Miss Greenstalk's familiar cunt exposed fully as she began to squat in the direction of Mr. Smiley's cringing face.
The flaring of his nostrils and the gasping of his mouth told me that the stench must have been unbearable. Even from my distance I could see the crusty dinginess around Miss Greenstalk's cunt and crack, the gritty evidence of three days of not wiping covering her crotch.
When she was squatted about six inches from Mr. Smiley's face, her menstrual blood started leaking from her pussy, dribbling down on his face like catsup.
I was sickened by what I was seeing, but still managed to make the camera click again.
When she was down all the way on his face, covering him with the spread of her filthy ass and cunt, I figured I'd seen enough. I clicked off the last picture in the roll and put the camera down. Then I took the empty film container and tossed it toward the office floor through the open transom.
Speechless, they stared at the bouncing film box in utter dread. Miss Greenstalk at last picked it up.
There was a note inside. I'd written it just before I got out of my car after I'd completed thinking out my plan on the way to the library.
She read it aloud, her tough voice suddenly melting into a frightened quaver. "A personnel meeting is now in session. Attendance is mandatory."
"Oh, my God!" Mr. Smiley cried, looking for somewhere to hide. If there had been a window, he might have jumped out.
I hopped down from the file cabinet and hurried out of the storeroom to Miss Greenstalk's office door. I knocked and called through the door, "If you two lovebirds will get decent, we can get on with our meeting. I understand an important promotion is being made tonight."
Mr. Smiley opened the door. His face looked like he had just been scared out of his wits. When he saw who I was, he fainted.
When Miss Greenstalk came toward the door, her face was not pleasant to see. Where the revelation of my identity had reduced Mr. Smiley to unconsciousness, it had served, after her initial fright, to raise her blood pressure to boiling. She was mad as hell.
I responded to her anger with a broad grin. "Please, no violence," I cautioned. "The film is already on its way to be developed."
It was a bluff, but I didn't want her trying to cram my camera down my throat.
"Is this blackmail?" Miss Greenstalk blurted.
"You better believe it, sweetie," I said cheerfully. "Now, what do you say we revive Mr. Smiley and get down to business."
My plan was a complete success. There was no way for them but to go along with whatever I wanted.
It just wouldn't look good for certain photographs of the director of the public library and the head of circulation to show up at a city council meeting, especially around the time when the library was trying to get its budget increased.
They just didn't have any choice.
And my demands weren't really that extreme, anyway. All I wanted was to be reappointed-on a permanent basis-to children's librarian. Miss Greenstalk and Mr. Smiley could go right on doing whatever they wanted with no more interference from me if I got my way. And Miss Greenstalk would have my blessings if she wanted to make it with Valentine, or anyone else, on the side.
All I wanted was to be children's librarian. When they finally agreed to my demand, I cut short the meeting and left them there, sitting like two people at an obscene costume party.
On my way out, I thought of the joy of returning to the children's library. Already my pussy was wet from anticipating getting reacquainted with Toby and his friends.