Chapter 3, Rhode Island, Part 2:
Waiting for more than 10 minutes, I eventually grabbed a book of poems by e.e.cummings off of the nearby shelf and flipped through the various pages of incoherent scribblings. My heart thumped loudly as I tried to comprehend how easily this had worked. A small bead of sweat appeared on my forehead a few moments before I heard a series of steady clicks approaching me out of the darkness.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Not a lot to work with here. Had to do some scavenging." Diane appeared into the dim light of the reading area with several objects in her arms. She laid them out in front of me on the table, biting her lip. "I've never seen one of these books before. So I'm relying on you as my resident expert. Will these work?"
I looked down at the table and began sweating more. Before me was a small pile of supplies: two rolls of thick black electrical tape, a bag of zip ties, and few clean wash cloths. I swallowed, then looked back up at Diane, collecting myself.
"Modest, but these will work. The material doesn't matter as much as the model." I smirked and raised an eyebrow at the curvy, scalding blond in front of me.
"So I'm the model then, I'm assuming," Diane replied. And you're the photographer?"
I nodded my head slowly. "If you're okay with that."
She smiled seductively toward me. "Like I said, you're the expert. I'll do whatever you think is best." Diane put her arms by her side and looked down toward her light blue dress. "Is this outfit going to work? It's my favorite dress -- I was hoping it would look really nice under the restaurant lights, but I guess this is an okay substitute." She gave a quick twirl, her body jiggling up and down slightly.
"That will work just fine," I said, hesitating slightly. I paused, though, as an idea crept into my head. "But I don't want to ruin your dress. Sometimes the materials aren't too kind on nice clothes."
"So I should go change into the work clothes? I thought it might be better if I looked pretty for this..." Diane pouted playfully.
"You'll look pretty regardless...I mean...look at you." Diane blushed slightly. "But if you don't want to go all the way to the desk to get your work clothes, you can...you can uh..." I trailed off, unable to complete the thought due to the lump in my throat.
"I can what?" Diane crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. Studying my nervous but obviously lusting expression, she interpreted my silence correctly. "Oh...I see." She grinned. "On a first date? You're really pushing your luck, aren't you Justin?"
"It's your call. I promise you'll look incredible however you're dressed...or not dressed." My face turned beet-red. I could tell I was failing at conveying any type of dominant confidence as Diane's clear blue eyes pierced mine.
After what seemed like an eternity, Diane took four long strides toward me on the couch, crouched down, spread her legs, and set down on my lap, her face a mere inch or two away from mine. "There's only three reasons why I'm agreeing to this." She leaned into my face and placed a light kiss on my lips. "First -- you were really nice about canceling dinner." She kissed me again, more firmly. "Second -- There's a chance you're maybe the most attractive person I've ever seen." She wrapped her arms around my head, kissing me forcefully, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She pulled away after ten or eleven seconds. "Third, I took like three shots from my secret stash at the front desk before I came back."
Diane grinned, put her hand softly on my cheek, and reached behind her own back with both of her hands. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she found the zipper on her dress and pulled it down, relaxing the fabric covering her torso. She then grabbed my hands in hers and placed them on top of the loosened straps on her shoulders. We pulled them down together, letting her bare, double-D-sized breasts drop down in front of me. She leaned forward and placed a final kiss on my forehead, forcing her firm, heavy tits into my face. I knew I was there to tie Diane up. But I would have been just as content to stay there on that coach and suffocate to death. There are worst ways to go.
Pulling back suddenly, Diane climbed off of me an stood up, allowing the rest of her dress to fall off of her smoothly, revealing a matching sky-blue pair of panties. "Shall we?" The blonde librarian put her hands on her hips and stared at me, biting her lip again. "We've got a book to make."
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The flash of the camera on my phone obliterated the subtle darkness of the empty library. I looked at my screen to examine the quality of the photo, making sure it was clear enough for Henry. In the picture, Diane laid down on her back on the couch, directly under the camera, looking straight at the lens with a wide-eyed, shocked expression. Her hands disappeared behind her back. Her breasts lilted side to side so much I could almost see them swaying in the still image. Below her nose, several strips of black tape sealed her mouth shut, leaving the faintest outline of her closed lips visible in the light of the flash.
I put my hand lightly on her jaw, tilting her face up to look at me. "Just a few more, and I think we'll have everything we need."
"Hmmmppphhhmmm...Mmmffrrrhhm mmff." Diane nodded back, her eyes wide. Her face looked uneasy still, but much more excited and aroused than anything worrisome. "Fmmm hmm hmmmhmmmffrrrhm." She began laughing onto the rag I stuffed into her mouth, then began shimmying her enormous breasts side to side below me. "Fmmm hmm?" She asked seductively.
I placed a kiss on her cheek, letting my hand fall down to her exposed chest, taking one of her breasts in my palm and squeezing lightly. "Maybe I should just keep you like this, and you could come back with me to my hometown and keep me company for...a few weeks." Diane giggled and shook her head in mock disgust. "How about just one more shot. What about a little video?" Diane nodded her head enthusiastically.
I pulled the tape and zip-tie bound model up off the couch, spinning her around in place so I could see her better. I had taped her wrists and elbows behind her, placing a tight zip-tie around each taped band, leaving her completely immobile. I treated her ankles and knees the same. I took a few steps back, then held my phone up to the gagged librarian's face, and pressed "record." "If you want to finish the book, you need to ask me nicely to let you out."
"Hmmfffphhm?" Diane tilted her head in surprise, wriggling her cinched arms behind her back and forth, swaying her curvaceous body back and forth as she tested her bonds. "MMpphhhmmmrrrhmmhm phh ffhm?" She giggled at the impossible sound of her own garbled speech.
"Just say please, and I'll let you out."
Diane tried several times to speak a compelling sentence or two me, asking for release. Each time she would break into laughter, knowing it was useless.
"Guess you really don't wan to get out. I'm not convinced." I pulled the helpless woman into me with one arm, kissing her neck and gagged lips. I had no idea why, but the sudden surge of confidence felt like a welcome shift inside me.
Diane pushed into my face, returning the favor with her own sultry version of a kiss. "FFmmhhmmff." Diane stared back up at me. I looked down at her bright blue eyes, heart pounding. Her pillow tits squished into my chest and felt warm against me. "Hmmpffhhm." Diane said again, softer this time, before sliding her body downward, dragging her chest and stomach toward the floor, where, after some careful maneuvering, she ended up on her knees, hands bound behind her back, batting her eyelashes at me. "Hmmmphhffhm. Mmmph." She pushed her face up toward my hand. I slowly pulled the tape from her lips, baling it up and putting it in my pocket. I pulled the rag out of her mouth.
"I'm ready to be let out. I'll prove it to you." She smiled and stared directly ahead at my bulging pants.
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The very instant I felt myself finish into Diane's open mouth, I could tell that whatever version of myself I thought I knew just a few days before, was gone now. Under me, a smiling, sexy bombshell looked up at me eagerly. I barely recognized my own hands. I had one on the back of her blonde head and another on her giant breast. After untying Diane, I walked myself to the front desk while she changed into her work clothes and got ready to head home. I waited alone at the desk for several minutes, feeling both like a horrible person and my favorite version of myself I had ever known.
Eventually Diane came down the hall and greeted me with a deep, gentle kiss. "I haven't had that much fun in years. Thank you for sticking around tonight"
"I've never had that much fun before. I swear." I looked earnestly at Diane, who blushed. "I'm going back home tomorrow. But maybe we'll run into each other again sometime?"
Diane smiled back at me. "I really hope we do, Justin. Really."
After our goodbyes, I sat in my car alone and watched Diane get into her car and drive away. I pulled out my phone and sent one of the several new photos of her to Henry. The video, I decided, was just for me to see.
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