Henry Sylvester was a bookish gentleman, with silvery hair and horn-rimmed eyeglasses, elegantly dressed in a three-piece suit and silk necktie. The suit was well cut and frightfully expensive, but at the moment the lines of his trousers were distorted.

Henry had a massive hard-on.

But he was hiding it behind the desk as he interviewed the sexy young blonde girl.

"Yes, I think you'll do nicely," he said.

"Oh, I'm so pleased," Crystal said, smiling. "Errrrr – there's only one thing…" he added. Her eyebrows went up quizzically. But Henry didn't notice, since he was staring at her tits.

"There's some physical effort involved, my dear. You must be fairly strong and agile."

She looked puzzled.

"To put heavy volumes high on the shelves, of course," the elegant bookstore owner explained.

"Oh, I'm sure I can manage."

"Well, let's just see, shall we?" he suggested. He rose from behind his desk. If he hadn't been such a proper, courtly sort of man, Crystal could have sworn that he had a huge hard-on.

Looks can be deceiving, she figured. He handed her a heavy dictionary and motioned toward the sliding ladder.

"Let's see if you can place this book on the very top shelf, my dear," he said.

Crystal cradled the big book on one arm and mounted the stepladder gracefully, having no difficulty. She placed the book on the top shelf and looked down, hoping that he would express his approval.

She was startled to find that Mr. Sylvester was standing at the foot of the ladder, his aristocratic head tilted back – as he looked right up her skirt!