I have a passion for books. For as long as I could remember my world revolved around them. So, naturally, when the opportunity to buy out my local library branch came up, I jumped at it. I was a Librarian. Not the ones you see when you return books, that duty fell to my loyal employees, Zane and Joe. No, I was the one in the back room, arranging budgets and fundraisers, scheduling events and speakers for every age of patron, and taking a pay cut to avoid having to fire a staff member when budget cuts came around.
The state could no longer support our branch and the larger branch the next town over, so we were the one that was being shuttered. This is where I shined. I approached our state budget committee and put in an unusual request. Instead of selling the historic stone building to developers, would they allow me to purchase it at a reduced rate in exchange for keeping it open to the public in a not-for-profit setting.
They were hesitant, we would be competition for their main branch, after all. But, I assured them, we would only cater to local residents and their guests, I would host fundraisers for the other branch, and we would focus on research and reference materials rather than new release books. We were scheduled to close completely in a three-year time-frame, I bargained that as well. If I failed to come up with the funds needed to purchase the library and its current catalogue of reference materials outright within a year, they could close us down ahead of schedule, saving money in the long-run.
They agreed to my terms, with the added stipulation that I could not call the business a library. We would be classified a private museum and I could not apply for any library based grants, funds, or assistance. I was fine with that. When I left that meeting I felt nauseous. I was suddenly wondering where the fuck I would come up with nearly a million dollars in one year, I was a librarian, for Christ’s sake.
I researched, brainstormed, and just generally had a meltdown for the first month before I happened upon a solution. I’m almost ashamed to admit the idea popped into my head when I was emptying the spam folder of my e-mail. The title caught my attention, “Naughty Librarians.”
Right, librarians are a fetish. It was the main reason most of my dates ended in disaster. For some ridiculous reason, guys liked the image of a sweet bookish woman with a hidden sultry side that only comes out for them. I found it played out and ridiculous that guys expected me to be this secret vixen while presenting a demure persona.
I liked sex. I was not interested in pretending to not like sex to fit a role they held in their heads about librarians. But maybe I could play that perception to my advantage.
Zane was our webmaster and basically covered all things tech in the library. He was a senior in college and about five years younger than me. I was, admittedly, attracted to him, but the work dynamic prevented me from asking him out. If we were on equal footing…well, that wouldn’t be a problem.
I approached him and made the offer, help me set up a website to raise funds to buy out the library so the state didn’t shut it down. He was game right away, but I was wary of giving him all of the details of my idea. The more I let him in on, the more curious he seemed. I finally told him the entirety of the situation when I handed him the contract detailing what his employment in this new operation would consist of.
He sat across from me and read the contract. His eyes darted up to me a few times and I blushed a bit realizing that he might take offense to the idea, and my proposition could create a legal issue with me being his superior currently. When he finished reading, he put the contract back on my desk and looked me in the eye.
“Are you serious about that?” he asked.
I half smiled, “I have 10 months to come up with a million dollars or they’re going to shut down the library. Sex sells.”
“And you want me to go into this with you?”
“I’ve worked with you for the past three years. I trust you. Even if you don’t want to be involved in the acts, I would like to bring you on as the website developer. I know your work, it’s phenomenal,” I responded, giving him an out of the physical stuff I requested him to partake in.
He looked me up and down, curiosity emanating from his gaze, “You’re really sure this is how you want to go about it? You will be putting yourself out there, this is a small town and people talk about you being a young female with two male employees alone in here all the time. Something like this pops up and the gossips will blow up big time.”
I nodded, “I don’t want to lose this building to condo developers who just see it as a cash cow. I have masks to hide my identity, until we own the building the videos and images would be taken elsewhere, so there would be a bit of anonymity to it. This endeavor…I know there’s a market for it, and I have an opportunity to use that market to preserve a piece of history.”
“How involved do you want me to be?” his voice caught a bit as he asked the question.
“As involved as you’d like to be. I won’t dictate what you have to do, we would be equal partners, I wouldn’t be your boss.”
He looked back to the door and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “And Joe?”
“Would also be a partner. I’m going to ask him to be a part of it as well, I just don’t know how much involvement he’s going to be offered right now.”
He furrowed his brow and seemed deep in thought, “Would it be exclusive?”
My head tilted slightly, “As in would we be exclusive to one another?”
He nodded, a slight blush crossing his cheeks, “Yeah, would you expect me to only be with you?”
I shook my head, “This isn’t a relationship request. We wouldn’t be dating. The only thing I’d ask is we both use protection with anyone untested as a safety precaution, and we don’t lie to a significant other about the situation. Your involvement is always voluntary. If you get into a committed relationship, I’m not going to hold you to continuing the sexual side of this business arrangement. It’s not a requirement for the job, Zane, it’s just an offer of inclusion.”
“Can I think it over?”
“Of course. I have a photographer coming to my house next Monday, I’d like to know if you’re up to the website part of it by then, but otherwise, take your time.”
He smiled slightly, “The website part I’m fine with. It’s the other part I’m not sure about.”
I tried to not look self conscious, but I crossed my arms a bit protectively over my chest and nodded, “Yeah, that’s understandable. Just so you know, everything would be kept confidential if you wanted it to be. I have pretty masks for myself, I could make some for you as well.”
He ran his hand through his hair, “You made this offer to Joe too?”
I smirked, “Well, not exactly the same offer, but you’re both amazing employees and I would like to bring you both into the new business if we can get it going.”
He nodded, “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
When he left I felt like I’d pass out. I had never done anything so bold in my life and I was nervous as fuck about it. I had made a similar offer to Joe. He would be in charge of the front desk and books for the most part. I was afraid to ask him about the other aspect. He was thirty years older than I was and, aside from a slightly raspy voice from smoking for most of his younger years, was in pristine shape, and not even ‘for an older guy’ he was fucking hot. I honestly felt like he was way out of my league.
That changed when he caught me browsing porn for ideas in my office before the photo shoot. I was engrossed in the screen, looking at various poses and trying to figure out if I could emulate any of them with my own body or if this was simply beyond hopeless. I hadn’t even heard him come in. He came over and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at the screen.
“Well,” his voice caused me to jump and quickly close out the tab, “that’s one way to take your mind off of things.”
My face was a deep crimson as I fumbled over how to respond. My voice was weak, “I wasn’t…I was just…”
He laughed and leaned against the wall behind my desk, arms crossed over his chest and a smile still plastered on his face, “What kind of photo shoot are you doing today?”
My blush deepened, more than I thought possible, “How did you find out about that?”
“Zane’s a good kid, but he has a habit of slipping up if asked the right line of questioning. You’ve been distant since you told me about the situation the library is in. What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me, kid?”
I looked him up and down, trying to gauge his intent, “I think I found a way to finance buying the library.”
His eyebrow ticked upwards, “And that is?”
I looked to the floor. I was his boss but I still looked at him as if he were mine. He had this ability to simply take charge of a situation. Not that he was overpowering or demeaning, he was just incredibly confident in a way that made you want to follow his lead.
I looked back up, catching his gaze as it fell on my computer screen behind me, “Pictures…of me…online. Ads on a website and memberships for more than just pictures?”
His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he looked at me, “Of you?”
I tugged at my skirt, a bit of insecurity washing over me with his question. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes at the insinuation, “It’s a dumb idea…I’m not…I just don’t want to lose the library and I thought…maybe…”
He leaned over towards me, a smile hiding just on the edges of his lips as he lifted my chin and looked me in the eye, “It’s a brilliant idea, but are you sure you’re okay with being that exposed?”
I nodded, “I don’t want to lose the library. I think it’s worth the risk. I’m just not sure if there will be enough interest.”
The hidden smile began to emerge, “Are you doing it solo?”
I nodded again, “It was my idea. This whole thing was my idea, so it’s on me if it fails and you both lose your job.”
“Shouldn’t that give us incentive to help you?” he asked. “It’s not really fair if we get all of the reward with none of the work.”
“Are you suggesting…”
He ran his thumb over my cheek in a very gentle and comforting motion as his palm cradled my jaw, “I’m saying I’d like to help with this. I don’t know the first thing about websites so I can’t help on that end, but I think I know this end of things pretty well.”
He smiled and I nodded a bit mindlessly, “I don’t…It’s not…You don’t have to be involved you know? It’s a bit exposing and I can’t ask that of you.”
“You didn’t ask. I volunteered. I would like to discuss some of the details with you before I fully commit to it, but I think this is an interesting solution to our dilemma and would be happy to be a part of it.”
He was much more open to things than I anticipated. I think he got off on our age difference, to be honest. He was a life-long bachelor and always had a pretty younger girl hovering around him. I soon found his requests of me rather freeing. Joe took control of the sexual side of things. That first photo shoot turned into something much more than it was supposed to be. He choreographed every touch, every kiss, every move each of us made. There was a certain mechanical element to it as we held positions for the photographer, but Joe still made it come across as a dance between just the two of us.
The photographer was a bit intrusive to me. I felt way too exposed after that first session and found myself sitting on the bathroom floor, crying. Joe found me, sat with me, and rubbed my shoulder as I worked through what I had just done. When I stopped crying he stroked my hair and let me lay with my head on his lap. I was wearing a flimsy robe and he knew I was fully naked underneath, but he made no improper move, he just comforted me and quietly sat beside me.
I fell asleep on the cold bathroom floor and, at some point after that, he picked me up and carried me out to my bed, then sat on the floor beside my bed, and fell asleep himself. That night cemented my trust in him. I was vulnerable and easy prey, but he didn’t take advantage of me, he looked out for me without expecting anything from me. The next morning he spoke to me about how I was feeling. I admitted that I was nervous, and that the photographer left me feeling disgusting.
That was when he suggested we take over that aspect of things ourselves. We could set up the cameras and it could just be the two of us with no outside intrusion making me uncomfortable. He also set up the groundwork of our partnership.
He told me he would like to catch me off guard from time to time for shots and video, but he needed to know I was okay with that. He gave me two words to use to get him to stop any advance he might make towards me. One word was to stop the interaction entirely, no questions asked. If I said it, everything ended and we would talk about why I stopped it and he would make sure I was okay and whatever was going on would not be picked up or attempted again without discussing it first and him being given the okay by me to attempt it again.
The other was to slow things down. Again, we would stop whatever was going on and he would talk to me about whatever was making me uncomfortable and make sure I was okay, but this word left room to continue what was happening before I said it, if I was okay with doing so.
He also wanted to implement an additional role play aspect to our videos sometimes. Most of the videos were done with fancy Venetian masks and complete anonymity. But a few were done to hit on another fetish while taking advantage of our age differences. I wore frilly dresses and did my makeup in a very minimal way with contacts instead of the glasses I normally wore.
He called me Princess, and I called him Poppa.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hxjs03/the_librarys_princess_part_one_no_sex_trust