Today we'd like to share an excerpt (prologue and chapter one) from our alter-egos.
Book Nookie
The Librarian's Guide To The Do-Me Decimal System
By
Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
PROLOGUE
"Who
is she?"
The middle-aged woman carried a leather satchel.
"Kathryn
Pines."
"She
looks about ten."
"Probably."
"What's
the story?"
"Car
accident. She's in a coma."
"Why
have you asked me to come?"
"We
need to further involve Social Services because her parents were both
killed."
"She's
orphaned?"
"Appears
so."
"What's
the child's prognosis?"
"We
suspect she will come out of the coma. She has serious head trauma with major
facial scarring. We have no formal diagnosis on her back injuries."
"Time
table?"
"In
cases like this, the best scenario is three months before we can talk about her
leaving."
"We
shall provide counseling to help her transition in dealing with the loss of
family. Does she have any next of kin?"
"None,
the authorities were unable to locate any, the police interviewed her
neighbors, but it seems she is truly an
orphan."
Sadness washed the nurse's face.
Years
later, after earning a scholarship to attend college, the school's library
offered her a part-time job. After completing her undergraduate degree, she
stayed and matriculated toward her Masters. Finally, she was accepted in the
Doctorial program and remained learned but innocent when it came to the
concrete use of social skills. So her modus operandi continued. She worked
late, studied, hid in the library stacks, reading.
One
"I
think tonight I shall toy with the fantasy of being a rich debutante, Clare,
and my father, a baron, who had hired a virile stable boy." She read out
loud a book’s inside blurb then looked at the salacious cover, "He's far
less the boy, much more the stunning man."
"Thank
you," rang a response.
Kathryn
turned. "May I help you?"
"Might
I ye?"
"Who
are you?"
The
handsome dark-haired man, a crescent scar filling his left cheek, wore a linen
unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt. They displayed massive arms, while his stomach
muscles rippled beneath bronzed skin. With canted head, he winked, "Don't
ye know?"
The
familiar twinges in her pussy encouraged her to touch. His handsome features
and well-developed physique spontaneously spawned those twitches.
"No."
He
studied her as if devouring every stitch of clothing, chewing them off of her,
leaving her vulnerable and naked. "Ye called me—stunning."
Recollection
snapped her eyes, as she turned to the cover of the book in her hand, stared
and flashed back to the man before her. His image was on the bodice ripper's
cover. "You!"
"T'is
I, milady. I am Keen. Might I help ye?"
"Is
this a joke?" Though anger simmered, the thought anyone cared enough to
pull a prank was also flattering.
"Keen,
does not joke with a goddess such as ye."
"I'm
being punked aren't I?"
"No,
milady."
"Explain."
"Delighted!"
His
pantaloons shifted. A tuff of dark hair just below his navel stole her
attention. Its thickness hinted at a cock amassed in hair. Kathryn chased the
fantasy away. "Well? Explain."
Keen
flicked a wrist, a book fell from a shelf eight feet off of the floor and he
caught it without acting as if he saw it. The man spun in a fanciful manner,
winked, and placed it onto her lap. The back of his hand intentionally pushed
downward onto her mound in the brazen act of a brash cad. Once she acknowledged
his naughty toying, he retreated, waved his hand over the pages, they fanned,
flowed fifty deep, and stopped. "Read." He gently stroked a single
finger across her cheek.
She,
for only a fleeting second, regretted chasing that hand, that hand
which expressed interest in her
pussy, the first which ever had. Could she grab it, pull it back? Was it far too
slutty?
Her
thoughts were broken by, "Read!"
She
did aloud, "Most know not the true soul of the written word. Beyond its
simple story-telling lives a deeper truth. Ideas are alive and need a vehicle.
The pen floating upon imagination is just that." She paused.
"Ok?"
He
traced one finger from temple to mouth. "Read on." He smiled, his
blue eyes infesting her.
Touch me again she pined. The
alpha male dominated, quieting her verbal reaction, yet, igniting the craze of
her fascination about feelings.
"Read
on."
"Very
few ever become a trusted confidante of the soul of the written word. But when
they do, those very words grant a special gift." She looked up.
"What?"
He
held his hands out to his sides, palms up as if presenting.
"You?"
"Me!"
The
man knelt before her, kissed the knuckles of her hand, stared along her dress'
edge, and then followed the trail of her legs to her white panties.
His
gaze smoldered on her pussy, warming it, as she felt it exploring. She blushed
knowing he could see a lot and pushed him away.
"Finish,"
he instructed.
She
continued, "The energy of the word, offers a guide, a familiar, a cohort,
a playpal, and a soul mate to more intimately trek the pages of the great
tales."
He
spun once more.
"K..k..k...?"
she questioned, in an exaggerated query.
"I
am Keen Edge."
"Yeah,
right!"
"I
am your gift."
"Happy
birthday to me."
"I
offer you a rare opportunity to experience stories in a grander way."
"How?"
The idea of books pulled her further into him.
"Take
my hand and we can jump into the pages." He reached for her, barely
touching her breast.
"I'll
pass."
"As
you wish milady." His hand backtracked.
"I
wish."
He
turned away then turned back. "You wear white lace with elegance and
grace. I would defend them as my colors."
Kathryn
blushed. "Keen!"
"Enjoy
my life as the sate to Clare. I do wish it was you there. Kathryn, I am always
at your beckon."
"How
do you know my name?"
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