Marianne loved reshelving books.

She was well aware of how that would sound to most people, but most people didn't know the stacks like her. The gentle light of the evening sun peeked around the corner as she made her way to the next book's home, eyes tracing across rows of books like old friends. She liked noticing which books were missing along the way; today she felt herself smiling when she saw one of her favorites gone, presumably being enjoyed by one of the library's patrons.

Most people would call her her work boring. To Marianne, it was relaxing, peaceful.

She was crouching down to return one well-loved paperback to its place when the meditative silence was interrupted by a loud crash. Marianne spun around so quickly, she nearly fell on her rear.

She first noticed her meticulously arranged cart ruined: its books scattered across the floor by the impact. As she crouched to pick one up, her eyes shot straight across the toppled cart and met the culprit's gaze.

Before her stood a goblin, a girl around Marianne's age, wearing the carefree expression of someone who hadn't just ruined someone's meticulous organizational work. Marianne bristled, and had half a mind to chew the girl out.

And then she noticed how pretty the girl was. Long, silky brown hair ran halfway to the ground. An off-the-shoulder top and a pair of tiny, tight shorts left scandalously little to Marianne's imagination. Gorgeous, olivine thighs poked out from the shorts, which were only barely managing to encase a perfect, round butt. The girl's plump lips were curled into a tiny smirk that was totally unbefitting the situation but too pretty and enticing to begrudge.

When the goblin spoke up, she said, a good bit louder than anybody ought to in a library, "Hellooo? Do librarians usually spend all their time staring at their customers, or are you just a pervert?"

At that, Marianne stood up, brushing herself off indignantly. Customers. That was always the word people who never came to the library used, and while she was always happy to help new patrons use the library for whatever they needed, this one was loud, clumsy, and had just ruined a perfectly peaceful evening.

And she'd just accused Marianne of being a pervert!

"Please keep your voice down in the library, ma'am." Marianne had said the phrase enough times in her life that doing so was practically automatic by this point, but she couldn't help but feel just a tiny trace of smug satisfaction this time.

"Oh, sorry!" the goblin said, at just about the same volume as before, "Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something! That's what you do here, right? You help?" As if to emphasize her helplessness: she stood up on her tiptoes, looked up at Marianne with an innocent smile.

"Oh." Marianne blinked, and she felt her frustration fading. Maybe the girl was in a hurry. She probably wasn't very used to libraries. "Sure, what do you need?"

"We should probably sit down for this," said the goblin girl, sauntering off immediately towards the little reading nook nearby, apparently expecting Marianne to follow, "I'm Meeka, by the way. What's your name? You've got one of those little tags, but I can't read it."

Marianne blinked again. "You. Can't read?"

"Well, not any of your silly human languages. I'm great at goblin scrawl, and super fast at it too. I've been learning, though. I learned all your squiggly letters, and I even know what sounds most of them make!" The goblin spun on her heel, turning to face Marianne after reaching her destination: a cozy, plush chair next to the window that was a favorite of Marianne's for when she had some time to sit and read between tasks. "So! What should I call you?"

"Oh. Um. I'm Marianne."

"Oh." Meeka sounded unimpressed, "Well I guess that's fine. Anyways, I found this book here that I was wondering if you could help me read."

"That's um. Not usually what we do here. We-"

"Huh? Why? Can you not read? That's pretty embarrassing for a librarian, you know."

"What?" said Marianne incredulously, "No, of course I can read, just that unless it's a children's book or something it'd take a long time to go through for you. We've got lots of study materials for second-language learners, though, and my friend Reese does a class that meets here every-"

"You know, Mary, it's a little rude to try and foist your only customer onto one of your peons. Sit and read for me a little bit, I don't bite~"

Meeka smiled widely and patted the chair next to her, like it was a sure thing.

Marianne supposed she couldn't see the harm. She was ahead of schedule on her tasks for the night and, while the request was a bit unconventional, she generally enjoyed helping patrons use the library for whatever they needed. Maybe if she humored Meeka's odd request, the world would gain one more reader and library lover.

Well... That, and Meeka was rather easy on the eyes. Marianne immediately felt a pang of guilt for having such an inappropriate thought, but she couldn't help it if the girl in front of her was prettier and dressed more provocatively than anybody Marianne saw regularly. Marianne would maintain her professionalism and help with the book, and if she happened to enjoy doing so in the presence of an incredibly attractive goblin girl, well, she failed to see how that was a problem.

Marianne went over and sat.

She sank in deep. The chair was a soft, luxurious thing, and the evening light streamed softly through the window to Marianne's right: there was a reason this spot was a favorite of hers. Before she could really settle in and savor it, though, Meeka surprised her by hopping matter-of-factly onto her lap.

Up this close, it was impossible not to notice the way Meeka's fat tits bulged out ever so slightly, threatening to spill out of her top. Marianne's nose was assaulted by a wave of fruity, floral scents. Meeka was wearing quite a lot of what Marianne surmised was rather cheap perfume; it was unsubtle and not the least bit classy, but it wasn't bad. Especially not with Meeka's plump ass settled firmly in Marianne's lap, pressing pleasantly against Marianne's cock.

Oh fuck.

Marianne frantically adjusted her position, trying fruitlessly to angle things in such a way that the pressure wouldn't give her an erection and embarrass her in front of her patron. She hoped desperately that Meeka didn't notice her panic.

If Meeka did notice, she didn't let on. The goblin girl was busy retrieving the book she was so keen on Marianne reading for her.

Marianne's blood ran cold. "Where did you get that?"

Meeka wasn't holding a library book. No, the library had plenty of embarrassing enough things in its catalogue--trashy romance novels and the like--but as a matter of policy, it did not carry pornography. And the book Meeka was brandishing was just that: porn. Marianne might have been able to tell that by the scandalous illustration of two women entangled indecently on the cover, or by the blurb on the back describing it as an anthology of salacious erotic fiction.

In truth, though, Marianne knew the book contained nothing but depraved smut within its covers because it was hers, and she'd read every page more than once.

"Oh this?" Meeka batted her eyelashes, "I found it on a shelf somewhere, duh! Anyways, it looks interesting, you should read it to me~.

"I-" Marianne stammered, "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"And WHY not?" Meeka was too loud, and her ass ground distractingly into Marianne's lap as she huffed indignantly.

"That's um. Well. It's not a library book, first of all." Marianne hoped vainly that would put an end to things.

"Well, maybe it should be! It looks wayyy more fun than most of the stuff here."

"It's. It's um-"

"What is it Mary? Spit it out," Meeka interrupted, looking Marianne right in the eyes. Marianne couldn't help but notice how pretty Meeka was. Her eyelashes framed her eyes very prettily, and her plump lips moved enticingly as she spoke.

"That's pornography you're holding."

Meeka gasped dramatically. "What? Really?! That explains the picture on the front." She didn't look concerned. "Anyways, you should read it to me~"

The goblin girl wiggled suggestively as she settled in to a more comfortable position. Marianne could barely hold in a moan this time, and suddenly she was very sure that Meeka knew exactly what she was doing.

"Iii really don't think I should," she said.

"Come ON! What's a little smut between us girls?"

"It would be very inappropriate. Unprofessional, even."

Marianne had to put a stop to this. She thought about pushing the goblin off of her and returning to the stacks, but some part of her was liking the attention. It wasn't every day a pretty girl climbed into her lap, and deep down, Marianne desperately wanted to just enjoy it for a little while, even if it was clearly ill-advised.

"And... you're embarrassed?~" Meeka cooed.

"I. What?"

"You're blushing, sweetie."

"So what? It's just. You're just very pretty." Marianne blurted.

"And..." Meeka grinded some more, "I can feel your cock getting harder."

Oh gods.

Marianne felt so stupid. Why would she let one of the library's patrons climb up onto her lap in the first place? Stupid, stupid girl. She'd gotten swept up and now she was acting like as much of a pervert as Meeka had accused her of earlier and she was probably going to get reported to the library by someone passing by outside if not by Meeka herself and she was going to lose her job and-

"We both already know you're a pervert, Mary," Meeka continued. "It's the end of the week! Let's have some fun."

"I-"

"You're what? You're not a pervert? You'd rather go back to reshelving books? Don't be a bore, Mary."

"Y-you don't. Um. I'm so sorry, I just. Wait, aren't you mad?" Marianne sputtered, confused.

"If I seem mad it's only because you're being boring. Just read me this smut and I promise I'll forgive you!"

Marianne relented. "F-fine. I guess just a little bit can't hurt. Do you um. Do you have to be in my lap for this, though?" She squirmed, trying desperately to adjust herself under Meeka so that the goblin wouldn't be able to feel her hard cock. It was hopeless, though. By this point, Marianne was nearly as hard as she could get, and her huge cock was straining obscenely against the thin fabric of her skirt. And against Meeka's ass.

"Don't be stupid, Mary. Of course I have to be in your lap. You wouldn't make one of your customers sit on the floor, would you? That'd be rude! Now get reading."

Apparently tired of waiting and not willing to take no for an answer, Meeka simply handed the book to Marianne and fluttered her eyelashes expectantly.

Well.

That was that.

Marianne wondered which short story might be the best one to read for Meeka. It didn't really feel like there were any good choices, they were all kinky and embarrassing and any one of them would reveal more about herself than she wanted it to, if Meeka ever suspected that the book was hers.

After some deliberation she settled on a story she'd only read a couple times. Better that than one of her favorites, she thought, Meeka might notice if she got too horny.

"Okay, how about this one? It's about a princess and her head handmaiden," said Marianne.

"Ooh, maid smut. What do they do in it?"

"Um. Well, so the princess is supposed to be finding a suitor to marry and take as her king, but the maid has other ideas, and ends up seducing her."

"Hm. Sounds boring! Is one of them a goblin?" Meeka wiggled her ass against Marianne's barely-insulated cock, apparently content to express her discontentment by listening to Marianne try not to moan.

"H-huh? No. Neither of them is a goblin."

"I think one of them should be a goblin. Which one of them wins?"

"W-wins?"

Meeka let out an exaggerated groan, at that, "Gosh, you are stupid, aren't you? I mean which one of them is on top, duh! Or which one ends up in charge. Which one is domming?"

"Oh, um," Marianne did feel stupid, for that. Obviously that's what Meeka meant, but it was so hard to pay attention when her cock was hard enough to make it a ways down her thigh and the goblin girl's fat, juicy ass was rubbing against her with every breath and every word. "The maid, for sure. She manipulates the princess and uses hypnosis to get her um. To convince her."

"Hm, okay! She should be a goblin then, the maid," Meeka chirped, "By the way Mary, you don't seem like you were looking all that hard. Have you read this book before?"

Oh no.

"No, uh, of course not. Not that there's anything wrong with it! But. No, I'm just very fast at skimming. Comes with the job I guess, right?" Marianne felt her heart beating faster as she waited to see whether Meeka would believe her lie.

Meeka squinted her eyes in exaggerated suspicion, then brightened up and said, "Hm... Okay! It'll be new for both of us then. Get started, get started!"

"Right, yeah, of course." Marianne tried to be subtle when she breathed out in relief, and collected her nerves before starting to read, "Princess Estelle awoke in a sweat, the plush comforts of her royal bedroom offering her little relief from-"

"Wait, hold on Mary, this isn't one of those smut stories that takes forever to get to any fucking, is it?" interrupted Meeka

"What? No, I don't think so, the very first sentence I was just reading just now mentions how her morning wood is getting out of control because of the dreams she's been having. And the maid shows up and they start talking to each other really soon after that. It takes some time to get to the really raunchy stuff, but-"

"I KNEW IT!"

"Wh-"

Oh.

She'd said too much.

"You HAVE read it! I knew you were a pervert, Mary~" Meeka looked at Marianne with her lips curled into an accusatory smirk, then leaned in and gave her a warm, wet kiss on the cheek. Before Marianne could react or hide her blushing face, though, Meeka continued, "Kind of a boring one, though, let's skip to the good stuff!"

"It. It is NOT boring!" Marianne blurted before she could think, too flustered to contain herself. Then she realized, and momentarily felt a pang of guilt for crying out so loudly in the library. But there was nobody else around, anyways, so she continued, "The buildup and the context is really important, and in a good story it's full of eroticism all its own. You can't just read a sex scene with none of that foreplay, it won't mean anything!"

As soon as Marianne was done talking, she immediately regretted it.

No no no no nonono. She'd said way too much.

When Marianne finally looked up at Meeka, she saw the goblin girl looking back at her with an absolutely diabolical smile on her face.

Eventually, Meeka spoke up, "It seems like someone is kinda passionate about her porn, huh?~"

"...So what if I am?"

Meeka smiled at her, but changed the subject, "By the way, it looks like someone wrote in the margins of this one."

That was true. This was Marianne's book, and she loved to take notes and jot ideas down in the margins of all of her own copies of books. This story wasn't as heavily marked up as some of the others in the book, but it still had its share of notes.

"They sure have," was all she could think to say.

"...It looks like your handwriting, Mary."

"WHAT?"

Marianne was genuinely panicking now. How the fuck did she know? Didn't Meeka say she couldn't really read? Where else would she have even seen her handwriting?

"Just a guess!" Meeka said cheerfully, "You totally gave it away, though, pervert~ I know a guilty cock when I see one." She moved her ass pleasurably against Marianne's still barely protected cock, as if that made any sense.

"You. Um. You can't see it, though? You're sitting on it, actually."

"See, feel, what's the difference? What matters is that Iiiiii can tell what a pervert you are because of your big, stupid breedstick~"

"My-"

"Your breedstick~ Your goonmeat! Your cum faucet," Meeka explained, wiggling her ass back and forth with each term, "The huge, throbbing, twitching erection that's been pressing right into my ass ever since we sat down together. Pervert~"

Marianne felt her cheeks burning bright red, and quickly set the book down before frantically burying her whole face in her hands.

When she felt Meeka staring at her, she eventually stammered, "...Please don't tell my bosses."

"Don't be such a bore, Mary, why would I tell the library? Maybe they'd fire you, or make you watch a dumb training video, but that's no fun. Besides, Mary, I like you. Enough to keep your big twitching cock a secret from the other goblins, even!"

"Enough to. To what?" Marianne felt like she'd missed something.

"Well, Mary, it's just that a lot of my friends are like, really into fat, leaky girlcock. If word got out this close to breeding season, things could get really messy for you. If you're a good girl for me and keep reading, I can do you a solid and keep your huge cock to myself~"

"W-wait. Breeding season? Isn't that, like, a myth?"

"Do you wanna find out?~"

"Well, but, I heard that was misinformation? It always felt a little insensitive to me that-"

"What are you, a chaser?" Asked Meeka, face alight with mock indignation, "I'll tell everyone and make sure it's real this year if you don't quit yapping and read me some smut, pervert~"

"R-right," Marianne stammered.

"And make sure you get to the good stuff, I don't have all day!"

Marianne wanted to object. It's not like Meeka was here squeezing in time to do her an important favor. In fact, she'd barged right in and interrupted Marianne's work, waving around some erotica she'd somehow stolen from Marianne's private stash and.

And grinding her ass against Marianne's cock and kissing her on the cheek and. And.

Marianne felt the urge to bury her face in her hands again, but decided that wouldn't get her anywhere, so she settled for picking the book up and opening it back to the story. Maybe if she finished it, or read whichever bits of it Meeka found satisfying, the goblin girl would move on with her day and leave Marianne alone.

Estelle felt like everything was blurring together. She could hear the words Lucille was saying, but it was too difficult to focus on anything but how pretty her voice was.

"Oh, is my sweet princess finding it a little hard to put thoughts together? That's quite alright, you can leave that to me. You trust me with these things, after all, I always take good care of you."

She found herself focusing on the way the consonants sounded on her handmaiden's lips, and the way the vowels flowed gently from her with that airy quality she'd always so adored.

Some distant part of the princess's mind screamed in protest that something was wrong, but Estelle felt too warm and too comfortable to pay it any heed. She was safe with Lucille, why wouldn't she be?

"Oh my GOD," Meeka interjected, "is this your idea of a good time, Mary? What are they even doing here? Is that even dirty talk?"

"Well, um. Lucille, the maid, fed Estelle some drugged tea before this, and-"

"Well why didn't you say so???"

"I mean--it's only implied at this point, and I figured you'd find the part where it was foreshadowed even more boring so I went ahead and-"

"YAWN. Well, at least they're doing something, I guess. Personally, if I wanted to take advantage of a girl, I wouldn't bother with drugs. Everyone knows the best way to a girl's heart is through her big, leaky cock~" As if to punctuate her point, Meeka reached down and found the tip of Marianne's cock through her skirt and traced around it with her finger.

Marianne moaned, and then immediately regretted it.

"See?~" Meeka cooed.

"B-but it leads somewhere really satisfying. Smut would be boring if every story was just girls touching parts!" Marianne protested, and then quickly wondered why she was even bothering.

Meeka seemed interested, though, "Oh? Where's it going that's got you so worked up, then, pervert?"

Marianne wasn't confident Meeka would let her read very much without interruption, but she flipped forward a couple pages anyways. Better to show than tell, she thought.

"Look, I can prove it~" purred Lucille, "Your morning tea had a powerful drug in it this morning, princess."

What?

Estelle felt a flood of betrayal, and then righteous indignation. How could Lucille, who was sworn to serve her and tend her needs, do such a thing? Had her family not always treated Lucille right, practically as one of their own?

Before Estelle could voice her anger, though, Lucille snapped her fingers and, like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, it ripped a path through the princess's thoughts.

"Wh-" she managed, and Lucille snapped again.

Estelle forgot what she had meant to say, and faintly registered a lewd sound it took her a moment to realize was her own moaning.

"Do you understand now, princess?" asked Lucille, face now alight with some new, predatory glint.

Estelle blinked a couple times. What. What was she supposed to understand, again? She remembered being upset, but she couldn't remember why that might be. She trusted Lucille. She loved Lucille.

"HMMMMM," mused Meeka, "I mean, I guess making a girl love you who really shouldn't is pretty hot. I still don't see why you need drugs or like, hypnosis for that though. It just seems like a waste of time!"

"I um. I mean. It's smut. Why would-"

Meeka snapped her fingers right in Marianne's face, interrupting her. Marianne was so surprised by this that it totally derailed her train of thought, and she blinked dumbly a couple times.

Meeka said, "I guess that's kind of fun, too. No hypnosis needed though, see?"

Meeka snapped her fingers again. Marianne was almost ready for it this time, but the fact was that having such a pretty girl snapping her fingers with the intent to fluster her was just too much.

When Marianne opened her eyes again, Meeka was smiling ear to ear. "Gosh, Mary, you're just full of weaknesses, aren't you? I still don't see why you need like, extra ones, though, like snapping or whatever."

Meeka surprised Marianne then by hopping off of her lap, an action which momentarily made Marianne feel a pang of disappointment and then a wave of embarrassment at having been disappointed.

Both emotions were short lived, though, because almost as soon as Meeka was off of her lap, she was pushing Marianne's legs apart to make room for herself. "What I mean is, isn't this dumb, leaky thing enough of a weakness already?" she said, tracing a finger along the outline of Marianne's erection.

Before Marianne could respond in any way, Meeka surprised her again by lifting up her skirt and climbing underneath, where there was practically nothing separating her from Marianne's cock at all. She was wearing underwear, of course, but nothing she had could really contain her when she got this hard, so most of her length was simply exposed to the air underneath her skirt, and now exposed to Meeka, too.

"W-wait!" Marianne squeaked.

"Mmm, don't think so~" came Meeka's reply, merely a moment before she delivered on that promise by finding the tip of Marianne's cock and giving it a slow, deliberate lick.

Marianne's hand shot quickly to her mouth and she muffled the lewd moan coming from between her lips as it emerged. "B-but," she whined, "the um. The window."

Marianne was in fact keenly, chillingly aware of the fact that it was getting late, and most places were closing up and lights were going out. Marianne, however, had been too preoccupied with her guest to worry about putting the lamps out. Anybody who happened to glance over could see Marianne's silhouette while Meeka tormented her--a glowing, scandalous beacon in the night for anyone to see.

Seconds passed in what felt like years to Marianne as she hoped against hope that Meeka would finally see reason and back down before Marianne had her reputation ruined.

"I guess you'd better not squirm to much then~"

Up until this point, Marianne had not so much as kissed another girl. Something as lewd as a blowjob was, to her, the sole domain of fiction. And she'd read plenty of raunchier things than oral, sure--as far as she was concerned, stories about sinister mind controllers and sexual abuses of power were far more depraved than a little bit of sex.

But that had been reading. Those had been her fantasies.

Nothing could have prepared Marianne for the enthusiasm Meeka was now applying underneath her skirt. The sloppy toppy she was getting now was utterly mind-blowing, painfully overstimulating, and joyously all-consuming. If noise was a problem, it was too late to worry about it, because Marianne was spending all of her restraint white-knuckle gripping the arms of her chair while one long moan that sounded more like a scream tore itself from her lips.

The grinding, teasing, and simple proximity to Meeka had brought Marianne to such a state of arousal that now, with the goblin relentlessly kissing, licking, and sucking Marianne's length, she could not remotely consider the thought of stopping her.

No, the only thought in Marianne's head now was that of pleasure.

Meeka was incredible at what she was doing, and if she stopped short of making Marianne cum, Marianne was certain she would have no choice but to immediately beg her for more. Her balls felt so full, and her cock so achingly erect, that it reminded her of the time she'd broken her wrist and hadn't been able to take care of herself for weeks.

It had not been weeks, this time, but the teasing and the tension and now Meeka's masterful mouth were enough to drive Marianne to every bit as much desperation as she had felt then.

It wasn't long at all before Marianne was right on the brink of orgasm.

"G-gonna cum," came her voice, squeakier and more pathetic than she'd ever heard herself.

Meeka didn't stop. As the orgasm washed across Marianne like a tidal wave, spasms of pleasure crashing over her one after another, she felt Meeka doing something phenomenal with her mouth which it took Marianne a moment to realize was swallowing.

Marianne always blew huge, sticky loads when she came. It was sometimes a point of embarrassment and often an inconvenience for her, but now as Meeka hunched under her skirt swallowing mouthful after mouthful of thick girlcum, sending yet more waves of pleasure through her every time she did, Marianne felt thankful for her prodigious orgasms.

It was only as the overwhelming euphoria of orgasm was beginning to fade that Marianne opened her eyes again.

What she saw horrified her.

The library was as it ought to be, and Meeka had emerged from beneath her skirt with a drunken look of smug satisfaction, which Marianne found quite fetching. But to her right, just outside the window, were two more goblins: one with long hair that was too blonde to not be bleached, the other with a pink undercut. Both of them were looking right at her with expressions that said they'd seen absolutely everything.

"Oops!" said Meeka, "I forgot I invited them. Guess your secret's out, huh Mary?"

Marianne blinked.

And, for what felt like the dozenth time today, she buried her face in her hands, utterly overwhelmed with embarrassment. Her life was ruined.

"Oh, relax, they're nice! I'm sure they'll understand, honey. Besides, they needed help with some uhh... books~ Library's still open, right Mary?"

----

"Are you sure you're alright to handle this, Marianne?" said Penelope, "Just a month ago, I remember you saying you were a little overwhelmed with your workload and feeling burned out. I just want to make sure you're not putting too much on your plate."

"O-oh, um, I'll be alright, really. The volunteers are a lot of help, and it's only once a week. It's been really nice!"

Marianne always felt a little nervous around her boss--hot older women who loved books as much as she did had that effect on her--but she was especially antsy about discussing her new... extra-curricular activities.

It was just a little book club, officially, the kind of community building the library thrived on. Unlike the other groups, meetups, and events the library held: this one ran after-hours on the last day of every week, a timeslot where most people were too preoccupied to consider visiting the library every week. Penelope had been surprised when Marianne suggested the idea, owing to Marianne's aforementioned exhaustion, and more surprised yet when Marianne handed her a sign-up sheet already filled with names of patrons who were, apparently, eager to spend the ends of their weeks discussing assigned reading with the mousy librarian.

"As long as you're sure. I'll see you next week then." Penelope gave her a friendly wave and sauntered off, leaving Marianne alone in the library to prepare for her book club.

Just as soon as she was out of earshot, Meeka's familiar voice chimed brightly, "Thank god, I thought she'd never leave. Are you ready, Mary?"

Marianne blushed--she found it harder than ever not to, around Meeka--and gave a nod.

Together, they made their way to the little windowless meeting room they'd reserved for the club. Marianne pushed the door open and, as soon as she did, a goblin with a pink undercut that Marianne recognized as Strix said, "There you are, took you long enough!"

The book club's other members all clamored in agreement, eight or nine goblin girls in all, each one looking at Marianne with an expression ranging from indignation at her tardiness to what could only be described as hunger.

"Well Mary? You know the rules," said Meeka.

She did, and Meeka had promised to make things a lot more uncomfortable for her if she didn't follow them, so Marianne obediently began disrobing, carefully folding her clothes and setting them by the door until she was wearing nothing but her bra and a pair of panties which absolutely did not succeed at covering her already hardening cock.

The most impatient 'Book Club Members' were already closing in on her, and one of them practically shoved her into the little loveseat which was absolutely meant for reading together and not whatever the goblins had planned for her this week.

Marianne squirmed, but with so many girls eager to have their way with her, she wouldn't have been able to resist even if she'd tried.

It was going to be a long night.