1. My Library Fantasy: Daryl, chapter 1


    Date: 3/9/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: bonnierabbit, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I knocked on the door hard and shouted, “Have you got it on yet?” “I bet he’s doing his hair still,” my line manager Catherine said, giggling. She’s the best boss I’ve ever had, we get up to all sorts to promote books. “I’m not doing my hair,” Daryl shouted from the bathroom. “Get out here then!” I shouted. Daryl opened the door, wearing the latest costume we’d given him to wear. I always dressed him up in the library, he was like my giant Ken doll. Catherine giggled again, and I wolf whistled, before remembering I was in work and regretting it. Thank God Catherine is my boss. Today we’ve dressed Daryl/Ken up as a World War I soldier, for the centenary, and to promote our stock of WW1 books. He’s only a baby, 10 years younger than me, and absolutely beautiful, although he doesn’t half spend a lot of time grooming. He looks great though. He’s smiling, thank God, sometimes he gets annoyed with my outfits for him. He didn’t appreciate my Steve Irwin outfit, complete with blow up crocodile, at all. Mainly because I was taking pictures of him in shorts. “The bloody things I do for you, Jenny,” he said, looking in the mirror and fiddling with his hair. I walk up to him and slap his hand away from his head, “Stop doing your hair, for God’s sake.” He does do anything I say. He jokes that all the other women who work here are like his other Mums, but I’m nowhere near old enough. Sometimes I wonder what he thinks I am to him instead. We’re in the bathroom together. “So, what am I ...
    doing again?” he asks, for the thousandth time. Maybe I am like his Mum. “You’re reading from the book, I’ve marked out two passages for you,” I tell him again, before realising I probably need to add more detail, “The book is over there.” Bless him, he’s hopeless. Cute though. I straighten his collar. Catherine is watching us, “Are you coming out?” For some reason that makes us both jump, and we file out. He goes out into the main library and I follow him. The other library assistants are standing around the counter waiting, and as soon as they see him they start laughing. I walk behind him, then join them, laughing as well. I suddenly worry that I’m being a bit cruel and taking advantage of him, until I look over and see him, pretending to march into the centre of the circle of people who’ve come to watch our series of readings, loving every minute. He salutes everyone. There’s some very smiley old ladies watching. “He loves it, little whore,” I think to myself. I’m usually so professional, I’d never usually behave like this with a colleague at all, and I worry constantly that I’m bullying him or dominating him or something else completely inappropriate. He brings it out of me though, I’m just going along with the flow of energy that’s happening between us. And everyone else can see it as well. If he’s in a bad mood, they ask me what’s wrong with him. If he’s late, they ask me to phone him. That’s only like friends isn’t it? Yes. Friends friends friends. I watch him reading the ...
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