The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 21: Guess Who
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Guess Who - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
And so it goes. We pretty much repeated the process on the state level that we had created on the city level. In all of the new sites, we had shifted the balance more toward the Hook-Up resources like we had planned to do with our city location. We had a small bit of trouble getting started, but my two marketing geniuses solved that as well.
By leveraging the word of mouth potential available on college campuses, as well as the active ... um ... lifestyles of the students, we were able to gain a foothold there. Once that was established the word quickly spread about what our organization had to offer.
Things were ticking along nicely, then the phone rang.
“Is this Mr. Mouse?” The voice on the other end asked.
“Yes it is. What can I do for you?”
“You need to be packed and at your airport at 8:00 AM tomorrow morning. There will be a plane waiting for you.” He answered.
“Great! Where am I going?”
“Washington. Bring a suit. You have a very important meeting.”
“Okay. Can you give me any details?”
“It’s a very high level meeting.” He answered, then ended the call.
I had figured this was coming. We live in a fairly nondescript Midwestern state. It’s pretty easy for both of the coasts to ignore anything that might happen here. When mountains of government debt start disappearing, however, people start to take notice.
Therefore, it appears that I will be meeting with members of the federal government (the President maybe?).
In any case, I went home and packed for my trip. I didn’t have any plans for the next couple of days anyway.
When I arrived at the airport, there was a rather nondescript business jet waiting for me. I was guided up the air-stair and was soon seated comfortably. The fact that the aircrew were wearing United States Air Force uniforms was pretty much a tip off that I was going on official business.
We arrived in Washington shortly before noon. I was hustled into a limousine. I enjoyed seeing the increasingly historic sites as we neared the mall. I was amazed when we weren’t even stopped at the gate of the White House.
I was ushered through a door and into the lower level of the West Wing. We traveled through a maze of corridors to an elevator. Somewhat surprisingly, we went down. The elevator opened into a smallish office. Seated at the desk was a young woman in an Army dress uniform. The tag on her lapel read “MARSHALL”.
She was actually quite pretty and the fit of the uniform didn’t totally hide her curves. I was surprised, however, to see that she was wearing her long blond hair in braids. I didn’t think there was much long hair in the Army.
In any case, my guide motioned for me to exit the elevator. He stayed on the elevator while the doors closed behind me. I stepped forward and was greeted with a friendly smile from Miss Marshall.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Mouse. Please follow me.”
“Thank you Miss Marshall.”
“Corporal Marshall, actually, but you can call me Holly.”
“Thank you Holly.”
She pressed a button beside the door and a small square horizontal panel slid from the wall next to the door. There was a grid pattern on the panel and each square on the grid was occupied by colored crystal. With practiced ease, she started re-arranging the crystals.
“If you get those in the wrong order, will we get attacked by Bill Laimbeer dressed as a lizard?”
“Who’s Bill Laimbeer?”
“Never-mind. I keep forgetting that everybody isn’t necessarily as old as I am.”
After she moved a few more crystals, the panel beeped and the door slid open. I followed her into the room.
Inside was a large rectangular conference table. Seated at one end was President Hedges.
The rest of the seats were empty. There were two uniformed guards on either side of the door that I just entered and what appeared to be a secret service agent sitting at a small desk in the far corner of the room.
The President rose from his chair and came to greet me.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mouse.”
“The honor is mine, President Hedges. To what do I owe this honor.”
The president laughed. “I’m pretty sure you know why you are here. You have had some amazing success at turning the financial prospects of your area around.”
“Thank you, Mr. President. I’m glad everything worked out like it did, it could have gone quite badly for me.”
“It seems that it could have. I have the official story, but why don’t you tell me how this came about.”
“Do you have a computer with internet access here?”
Holly pressed a button and a terminal rose from a hidden panel at every position on the table. I directed the President to my page on the StoriesOnline page.
“I’ll read that later.” He said after clearing his throat and pulling at his collar just a bit.
“We’re here to talk about your future position.”
“I assume I will now be working for the federal government.”
“Correct. I am proposing that you will be the Chairman of the Department of Humping.”
“Department of Humping? Classy, sir. Actually, I figured this might be happening so I tried to think of some ideas on the way over here. How do you like Bureau of Labor Offering Mating Equalization.”
“OOoo, I like these. Let’s see B - L - O - M then E. Bloam?”
At that I think I heard a bit of a snort out of one of the guards. I turned to look, but I could see no indication that anything had changed. I looked to Holly, she somehow made it clear with her eyes that I needn’t comment on the President’s conclusions.
“I’m sorry, but that will never work. I can’t make you a cabinet level position yet.” He continued.
“Oh. That’s fine. For a second there, I thought you liked D’OH better than ... er ... bloam.”
“No, no, it’s not that at all. Do you have anything else?”
“Sure, how about Department for the Oversight of Mating Equalization.”
“D - O - M then E. Dome. I think actually just spelling a word is against the rules.
Plus I think we might already have a DOME.”
At that the man who I thought was a secret service agent cleared his throat loudly.
“Oh, I can’t tell you about that one. It must be one of the secret ones.” The president whispered.
“I think you’re on the right track. Try again.”
“Okay how about Department of Equal Worth Mating Environment.”
“D - E - W - M - E. Doom. I love that game. Getting to shoot all the little illegal alien critters and such. That should work.”
I know I heard a snort this time. One of the guards had a slight pink cast to his face.
“Uh ... DEWME it is then.” I said.
“Great! We need to get this up and running as soon as possible.”
“Why is that, sir?”
“I reaaaaaaaly want to balance the budget. If you know what I mean.”
“Yes, this should bring in quite a bit of money.” I responded.
“No, I mean that I as a responsible leader that I should be the first to try the national level service.”
“Ohhh, I see. You want to get laid.”
Holly offered “MMmmmpff” helpfully as the guards snorted loudly. I looked over and their eyes were now watering and one’s shoulders were shaking slightly.