The next day was Friday and Cathy's last day as a librarian. The brown-haired beauty had never really felt at home in the library. Her co-workers were so stodgy, so narrow-minded. Many of Cathy's sexual antics in the library after hours had been her way of telling the stuffy old biddies to "stuff it".

Realizing she was too full of life to become a successful part of the library's inner circle, she had accepted a job in advertising. She was already screwing the man who would be her boss. He had promised she would never experience a dull moment among his raunchy friends in advertising. Cathy was looking forward to stepping up the tempo of her life.

She was aware of the disapproving stare of Miss Doober as she leaned over the counter to chat with Rick Morris, a high school senior who was a special friend of Cathy's. Cathy always wore the top couple of buttons on her blouse open. She enjoyed the response she got from men when they spied her lush cleavage. Rick was giving her an assessing stare right now. Cathy could feel goose bumps standing out on her skin at the thought of his fine cock, probably getting hard inside his pants as he stared.

Their conversation was interrupted by Miss Doober. "Cathy… I know this is your last day, but we are paying you for a day's work. Would you mind typing up those index cards please? I'll take care of this young man…" Miss Doober was probably no more than forty, but she concealed what was left of her youthful looks behind horn-rimmed gasses and a severe bun.

Cathy winked at Rick and pranced back into the back office without replying to her boss. She could feel Miss Doober's eyes boring a hole in her back.