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“Back again so soon?”
Colin grinned, nervously shifting the books in his hands as he approached the cute librarian behind the counter. “Believe it or not, I’m a fast reader.”
Penelope smiled warmly and reached her hands out to take the books he was returning. Her red hair was pulled up into a loose bun on her head, a few ringlets framing her face where her glasses covered her eyes. She wore a green cardigan, a white v-neck shirt, and a black skirt. Colin knew she had to be wearing at least two inch heels just so she could see over the top of the high desk. He poked fun at her last week for her height, pointing out that she had to use a stool for the computer. She had rolled her eyes, but then laughed lightly, calling him a giant.
He had been coming to the library every week on the same day ever since he first saw Penelope. He tried to work up the nerve to ask her out, but something about her presence made him nervous. He was known to be a smooth talker, but this woman made him tongue-tied within seconds. But he decided today was the day. He was going to finally ask the gorgeous girl out and he prayed that she would say yes.
He licked his lips, straightened his spine, and opened his mouth to speak just when a woman in her seventies appeared behind Penelope.
“Pen, go ahead and take your lunch break for me, love. I can take care of this gentleman for you.”
Colin’s shoulders slumped with disappointment, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout. He looked at Penelope who sent him another grin before she handed his books over to - he peered at the nametag - Gladys.
“See ya ‘round,” he called out lamely to her.
She waved at him in response before disappearing.
“Lovely girl, she is,” Gladys said as she typed some things into her computer. “Oh bloody- Merv! This code ain’t workin’ again! Get another bloody gun from the back!”
A round of hushes and shushing sounded and Gladys glared at the library full of people, her hands on her brittle bony hips.
“Oy! I own this library now, don’t I? I can shout if I want to! It’s you lot that’s got to keep quiet!” There was another “ssh” that came from behind the counter and she rounded on the person, grabbing a ruler that was on the counter, and wielded it as a weapon. “Shush me one more time, Merv. I dare ya!”
Colin sighed.
“Come on, Col,” Benedict slapped his brother on the shoulder, practically shoving him inside the building. “This will help you loosen up! Shall I buy you a lapdance?”
Colin groaned, shoving his brother off him. “Fuck off, Ben.”
“What’s got his knickers in a twist?” Anthony asked.
“He’s sad cause he still hasn’t grown the balls to ask out his librarian,” Simon supplied before Colin could answer.
Colin glared. “She’s not my librarian. Well, she is. She’s the librarian at my local library. It doesn’t matter!”
“It clearly matters, brother,” Anthony chuckled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him gently. “Now, come on, we’re here for Benny Boy! I’ve got us a table reserved at the stage. And remember, if any of you,” he pointed to all three of them threateningly, “speak a single word of this to Kate, I’ll end your lives before you can blink.”
Benedict snorted, muttering to Colin, “She’ll kill him before he gets to us.”
Colin had to agree.
An hour later, they watched stripper after stripper take the stage. Colin leaned back into his chair, his arms over his chest, glaring at the stage while his brothers cat-called and threw bills at the women. One or two strippers had walked up to him, asking if he’d like a private dance, but he waved them off gently, offering Ben instead since he was the one getting married next week.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, get ready for our own little red devil, Scarlett Diamond!”
The crowd became even more raucous and loud, men practically throwing themselves at the stage to get a closer look at the dancer. Colin’s skin pricked with goosebumps and slowly he raised his eyes to the stage to see her.
Penelope.
The cute little librarian that offered him shy smiles and sweet as candy salutations was strutting onto the stage in nothing but a ruby red sheer dress that's flowy and so short he could see her ass cheeks peeking out from the hem. She wore a matching red lace thong and a bra that was strappy, two small strips covering her nipples.
“Oh my God, that's her," Colin muttered, gaining the attention of Benedict.
“Boys, look at our brother here! Seems he found someone he fancies!”
Colin shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the redheaded goddess doing body rolls and sending sultry looks to the men ogling her. “No, that’s her! That’s the librarian!”
Anthony, Simon, and Benedict’s mouths all dropped open in shock, matching the expression on Colin’s face.
“That’s your bird?” Anthony asked, pointing towards the stage just as Penelope grabbed the pole.
“She’s gorgeous!” Simon chimed in.
“I’d let her spank me.”
“Oy!” Colin exclaimed, smacking Benedict upside his head.
Benedict mumbled an apology he didn’t really mean and the group continued to watch Penelope dance on the stage.
She had climbed up the pole, holding the metal between her thighs, and she dropped her hands, leaning back until she was upside down. Her dress slowly slipped down her body as she stretched her arms, and then it fell completely, sliding over her head and leaving her in her lingerie. Men cheered, money being tossed on stage carelessly, and Colin watched the small grin take over Penelope’s face as she was praised for her beauty.
She contorted her upper body back up the pole and unraveled her thighs, using her hands to slowly slide down the pole, kicking her legs open near the bottom and effortlessly sliding into a split on stage. She rolled around on the floor, dancing to the booming music, and as she bent over, touching the floor with her hand and threw her head back up, rolling her body back into a standing position, she locked eyes on Colin.
His throat suddenly constricted, his face flushing deeply. He bit his lip and clenched his hand into a fist. Penelope’s eyebrows raised in recognition, but she didn’t falter in her strip dance. Instead she sauntered across the light-up floor to where he was sitting behind the brass bar that lined the stage. She dropped to her knees, spreading her legs, and leaned forward, thrusting her breasts into his face. Colin audibly groaned, squeezing the arm rests of the chair for dear life.
His brothers hooted and hollered, sliding bills into Penelope’s thong as she shimmied in Colin’s face. She giggled and then bent her head down so she was panting in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his back.
Her song was coming to an end so she pressed an open-mouthed kiss upon his neck and then drew back. She danced a little more, her arms going behind her back, and the crowd erupted wildly when she unhooked her bra, swinging it around her finger as her breasts bounced free.
“Jesus Christ,” Colin choked out, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His brothers agreed.
With one final swing around the pole, the song ended and Penelope did a bow. She picked up her discarded bra and started to gather the bills littering the stage floor.
Fifteen minutes later, after downing two more shots and chugging a glass of ice water, Colin noticed Penelope walking out onto the floor, making a bee-line for him. She had changed, now wearing a light blue see-through dress, showing the blue leather bra and panty set underneath it, black platform stilettos on her feet. He swallowed hard, glancing at his brothers who were drunkenly playing a game of Quarters on their table.
“Hi there, stranger,” she greeted, a brilliant smile on her lips. “I think I’ve got a book you haven’t read yet.” She leaned over him again, placing one hand on the back of the chair, the other sliding up his thigh, fingertips dangerously close to his erection. “Why don’t you follow me to the Fantasy Section?”
She grabbed his hand and Colin quickly shot out of the chair, following the woman blindly. His brothers laughed and called out to him, but Colin barely heard anything except for the rushing of blood in his ears. She led him to a hallway that had rooms for private dances.
“Hey Scar,” a tall, muscular man greeted her as they approached what Colin assumed was her “room”.
“Hey Charlie,” she smiled up at him and then gestured towards Colin. “Don’t worry about him. He’s good.”
“Scarlett,” Charlie began to chastise, but Penelope clicked her tongue at him, placing her hand on his chest and fluttering her eyelashes.
“Come on, Charlie Boy. Just this once?”
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Colin, his eyes roaming his body, and then looked back at Penelope. “Just once, naughty girl. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
Penelope squealed happily, pulling Charlie down so she could kiss his cheek. “Thanks, baby.”
She opened the door to the room and pulled Colin inside, shutting them in the room that had a leather couch, dim lights, and a small table for drinks.
“Who was that?” Colin couldn’t help but ask.
“Charlie,” Penelope shrugged. “He’s supposed to be in the room during private dances so there’s no inappropriate touching.”
Colin’s frown deepened. “Oh, I- If he’s supposed to be in here, I don’t mind. H-how much for the dance? Shit, I left my wallet with Anthony. I’m so sorry, Pen… Scarlett? Fuck, I’m messing this up.”
Penelope giggled, walking back over to him and grabbing his hands. “Just breathe, loverboy.” She turned him around and pushed his chest so he fell back onto the couch. “This one is on the house.”
Colin’s eyes widened when she straddled his thighs and lifted her dress over her head. She grabbed his wrists that were limp at his sides and placed his hands directly on her tits.
“Oh wow,” he breathed out, squeezing the leather covered flesh, feeling her nipples pebble beneath his palms.
“Mmm,” Penelope moaned. “That feels nice.” She lowered her hips until she was pressing herself directly over his dick and she grinded down slowly.
Colin’s eyes nearly crossed at the sensation of her pussy sliding along the length of his cock, trapped in his jeans. He looked up into her face, watching her eyelashes flutter as she dry-humped him and his cock hardened even more, knowing she was enjoying this.
“Scarlett,” he breathed out, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, pausing her movements. “Do you want to fuck me?”
He nodded immediately, licking his bottom lip, and Penelope rewarded him with another roll of her hips.
She leaned into him, pressing her lips to his ear. “Call me Penelope.”
Then she kissed him.
Colin groaned, sliding his hands up from her chest to cradle her jaw, opening his mouth to her persistent tongue. Penelope scratched at his neck, sliding one hand into the back of his shirt to feel his skin. She pulled back from the kiss, biting his bottom lip until it slipped from between her teeth. He watched her reach behind her back, unsnapping her bra, and dropping it to the floor. Colin captured a pert nipple between his lips, his other hand squeezing and pinching her neglected breast.
Penelope arched and moaned, but then she started to grab at his belt buckle. She managed to unbutton his jeans and Colin raised his hips, allowing her to push his pants and underwear down so his cock was freed from its confines. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, and his head smacked against the back of the chair as she stroked him slowly.
“Oh, you are quite a big book worm, aren’t you?” she teased, licking her lips.
He watched as she raised back up on her knees, moving her free hand between her legs. His eyes nearly popped out when he saw she was wearing crotchless panties and he opened his mouth to tell her how hot she was when she slid down on him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned loudly, gripping her hips harsh enough to leave imprints of his fingers.
Penelope moaned, sliding down until he was buried inside her, and then she lifted up, the tip nearly slipping out, before she slammed back down again. “Oh God, you feel amazing…”
“Colin,” he told her and she opened her eyes to look at him, never faltering as she rode him. “My name is Colin.”
She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss him. Their bodies moved together quick and hard. Weeks of tension that had built up over time, only seeing each other for a few minutes once a week, was being unleashed in the private room at a strip club.
She was slick, hot wetness dripping from her down onto his shaft, and Colin was harder than he ever had been before. His hips pulsed up from the leather couch, bucking hard, causing their bodies to slap together loudly. Their kisses were sloppy, all tongues sliding together, teeth biting, lips sucking.
“Oh Colin,” she moaned, arching her back as he grabbed her ass in his hands, holding her hips still and thrusting up into her hard. “Oh, yes, right there!”
“Penelope,” he gasped, feeling her squeezing him.
“Cum in me, please,” she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please!” She gasped, her body shaking, and then wailed when she came.
“Fuck!” Colin cried out, his orgasm washing over him in waves. He came inside her, slamming their hips together one last time, letting her grind her clit on him.
They panted heavily, matching grins on their faces. A knock sounded on the door before Charlie’s voice rang out.
“Scar, you okay, baby?”
“Yeah!” Penelope called back, lifting her hips with a grimace as he slipped out of her, his cum dripping out. “Can you get me some towels, Charlie?”
They heard the bodyguard chuckle loudly, the sound of his laughter fading as he walked away. Penelope smiled at Colin sheepishly, laying her head on his chest, and he sighed contentedly, unwillingly to part with her anytime soon.
“Hey, Pen,” he mumbled after a moment. “Do you want to get dinner some time?”
Penelope lifted her head, a happy glint in her eye. “I’d love to.”