Lusting After the Librarian

Sally wasn't going to jail for shoplifting after all. No, she'd escaped with a mere community service sentence. That's how she found herself staring at that hottie, Miss Cottingham. Since when did librarians look like pole dancers, Sally wanted to know. Maybe she should read more. Then Sally finds an opportunity to do a little flirting. Just a little stray hand on a particular part of the anatomy. The consequences of that little touch get Sally a personal call on her cell. From, guess who, Miss Hottie herself. Now the community service venue has been relocated. Sally is on her way to Miss Librarian's personal home. What could that mean? Polishing the silverware or something a bit more satisfying? Sally didn't know but she was going to find out.