Cara, who had never let anyone feel her up before, squealed in spite of herself.
Soon, the girls’ display had DJ’s cock back in ship-shape, and Ashley (who was looking for any excuse not to keep pleasuring her nemesis) pulled Cara’s mouth off roughly. She stared in awe at the spire of man-meat before her eyes. “Never seen a hard dick in person, eh?”
“No,” Cara said, blinking at it.
DJ tilted her chin to look up at him. “Now take Ashley’s pants off, Cara, like you did mine.”
“Ew. I don’t want her touching me, asshole.”
“Are you saying no to me?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Well of course not.” Damn, what kind of a person did he think she was? “Just saying… I can take my own clothes off. That’s all.” Geez, touchy.
“I want to see her do it. Go on, Cara.”
With trembling hands, Cara unbuttoned and unzipped Ashley’s jeans, making as little skin-to-skin contact as possible. Ashley kicked her shoes off to facilitate the stripping. DJ then prompted her to get the panties, and at maximum arm length the hesitant library aid obeyed. Ashley’s pussy was on fire; even with Cara involved, she was still living in the realm of her wildest fantasies. Before she had to feel Cara’s hands on her again, she removed her own bra hastily.
“I forgot how incredible these are,” DJ said as he cupped her tits, fondling them every which way. She didn’t appreciate being objectified like this, but there was no real alternative but to sit back and put up with it. Guys always fixated on her boobs, and Ashley found it kind of annoying, even if it was useful. (And understandable; she had rockin’ jugs.)
“C-can I go now, DJ?”
“I think I’ve had my fun with her,” Ashley said. Stripped her nearly naked and had her blow a total stranger in front of dozens of people and her boss—seemed about right.
“I haven’t.”
“What? C’mon, Deej, you got all the woman you need right here.” She pressed her tits into his hands firmly, wriggled them around.
“I do, but I like looking at her. She’s cute, and she stays.”
Cara smiled, against all odds.
After another hard squeeze, DJ let go of her boobs and took a girl under each arm. His hands slipped down to take an ass in each, gripping Ashley’s broad, generously-portioned butt in one hand and sliding his other up Cara’s little khaki skirt to hold hers. He lead them this way over to a centrally located cluster of tables, then swept all the books off one of the tables. He looked to Ashley and patted the tabletop. She hopped up, grinning.
“You got a nice ass, Cara,” he said, squeezing it fondly. With her skirt hiked up for access, Ashley could get a good look at it. It was tight and toned, clearly the result of great genes and a strict exercise regimen. “Ditch the skirt, show it off.”
Cara gamely obeyed; DJ’s power clearly made her instinct not to be rude to him dwarf her fear of being punished by Ashley on his authority. DJ, cock still standing impressively tall in front of him, climbed up on the table and positioned himself over Ashley.
Her pussy fluttered in anticipation. She was finally, finally going to get well and truly fucked in front of God and everyone, like she’d masturbated to a thousand times. She spread her thighs for him, and gently massaged her hardening clit.
“Now Ashley, before I give you what you want, I want you to tell me what this girl did to make you hate her so much.”
“She was breaking the law, and I—”
DJ put a finger to her lips, and she fell silent. “I asked Ashley. Now go ahead.”
Ashley grinned smugly at the bitch as she sulked from behind his finger. “She was always ratting me out to our supervisor when I used to work here, getting me in trouble for shit, complaining about every little thing I did. Then she literally narced on me for having weed in my backpack and got me fired.”
“I see. But you did have the weed right?”
“Well, yeah.” She wanted to tell him to shut his damn mouth and just fuck her already, but he obviously wanted to talk first, so she held her tongue and tried not to hit him. (Not that she ever would, of course. Just an expression.)
“And the other things she told on you for—were they things you knew you weren’t supposed to do?”
“Some of them, but still—”
“And Cara, why did you tattle?”
Cara gave a mean look at Ashley. “Because she was a terrible employee and she made more work for everyone and it wasn’t fair. She reflected badly on the whole library.”
“That’s it? Just out of professional integrity and nothing else?”
Cara looked down, embarrassed. “Well, and I was… jealous.”
What? Cara, Little Miss Perfect, was jealous of her?
“Oh?” DJ prompted.
“Yeah. All the guys were just drooling over her all the time, doing favors for her, covering for her. And she’s just so… ugh, pretty, I guess, after a fashion, even if she refuses to do anything to make herself presentable… And that body. I mean, it’s just not fair.”
DJ smiled. “You look surprised, Ashley.”
“Well yeah. I mean, Cara’s just so… hot, you know? Like, everybody just fawns over her like she’s God’s gift to dicks and it always drove me fucking crazy.”
Cara gave her a timidly flattered smile. “What? Ashley, you’re so much hotter than me. I mean, those breasts, your skin… you have to have really perfect skin to pull off that pale look you have going on.”
“Whatever—you have the kind of face you see on those skanks in Maxim.”
“Thanks, I think,” Cara said, her smile broadening.
“Yeah, samesies, I guess,” said Ashley. It was strange, thinking that someone she’d had up on a pedestal in her mind had regarded her in kind. She knew what it was like to feel threatened by the Brittney’s of the world. She got that instinct to try to take them down a peg. Apparently she and Cara had that aspect of their nature in common.
“Good,” DJ interrupted. “Now Cara, come here.” He beckoned her over, then positioned her kneeling on a chair, that perfectly tight little ass thrust out behind her right near Ashley’s shoulders. Then, before she could wonder too much about what would be coming next, DJ slid himself slowly into her pussy. She was suddenly so full of cock she could give two shits about Cara Spicer’s ass in her face. Life was so fucking amazing right now—all around her, people seeing her spread like a slut on a table in the middle of a library, ready to be fucked like the gorgeous babe she was. This was where she belonged—now if only DJ would stop running his mouth and get to work.
“All right, now I came here with Ashley and I’m leaving with Ashley, so she’s the one I have business with. But I like a good show, so I’m keeping you around too, Cara. Ashley, you’re going to play with Cara.”
“But…!” she whined.
“If you want to do this with me, this is how it’s going to be. As long as I’m fucking you, you’re going to be working on Cara here.”
“What do you mean, ‘working on’?” she asked guardedly.
“That’s up to you. If you still feel pissed at her, you can take that cute little tushie of hers and smack it to your heart’s content. If you feel like you two have come to an understanding, then you can show that pretty little pussy of hers a decent time and let by-gones be by-gones. Your choice.”
Cara looked back at her nervously; Ashley suspected both options were objectionable to her as well. Ashley definitely wanted to get fucked. The fantasy was etched on her soul, and at this point it would take a team of horses to pry her off DJ’s cock.