"Hold your pee in just a trifle longer, dearest," Therese said to Kathy, who gave her an agonized look but obeyed."Hold your pee in just a trifle longer, dearest," Therese said to Kathy, who gave her an agonized look but obeyed. Kathy was beginning to regret the bottle of champagne she had so eagerly downed an hour earlier. The mildly intoxicating bubbles, so pleasantly soothing in her tummy, took on an altogether different aspect in her bladder. "I ought to just pee on you," Kathy said to Therese. "Now that would be naughty," Therese smiled, then turned and walked back down between the bookshelves, her bare hips rolling with alluring elegance. Kathy adjusted her weight as she knelt precariously atop two shelving units stacked with library books. The units were separated by a space of some two feet, just enough to allow a person to squeeze between them. Kathy's naked thighs and genitals arched over the space. Her knees rested on either unit, protected from the hard surface of the top of each bookshelf by seat cushions borrowed from a cluster of nearby chairs. Kathy's wrists were bound above her head, the rope suspended from an overhanging chandelier. The taut rope kept Kathy safe; any slip would merely leave her dangling harmlessly in midair. It was, without question, an odd way to make use of a library. But technology, in the form of movable bookshelves that could be separated by a dozen feet or squashed together at the touch of a button, had finally invaded that last bastion of sterile serenity, the public library, with an air of eroticism. The institution at hand was, in actuality, a university library, and no doubt its cold walls had witnessed a fair share of sensual expressions amongst the more hot-blooded of its youthful visitors over the years. But it was doubtful whether the reference section of the library had seen much. At the moment its sensibilities were probably somewhere between shock and unconsciousness; no doubt the career emplyees who staffed it during the day would have long since passed out had they known that "that nice girl" who was under their direction this semester was at present clad in nothing but spiked heels and long white gartered stockings, with a deep interest in urinating but no interest in removing herself to the bathroom. |