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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, blackmail, humil) [03/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 21:10:08 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Three

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Diary Date: Tuesday January 1st, 2002

First day of a new year; beginning of the third day as prisoner to my
own desires. 

The first thing I did when I arrived at the library today was rush to
my office and check my email. As the screen opened I quickly shed my
clothes, undressing completely as I had done a number of times in the
past couple of days. So far I've only ever stripped naked when I've
been alone in the building; the front door locked; no real chance of
being caught. I was thinking about Mike and how his demands would
become more challenging when some new email caught my attention.

I could barely contain my excitement when I saw Kevan's name alongside
his response to mail I'd sent to him last night. New Year Resolutions
I'd called it. In it I invited him to join Mike in blackmailing me and
he accepted. I was thrilled! Now there was two men who'd be making
demands of me. I couldn't get the leather cuffs I'd brought in from
home on my ankles and wrists fast enough.

The silky smooth fur of the cuff linings felt sensuous against the
skin of my wrists and ankles. I daydreamed for a while about my two
blackmailers. Be careful what you wish for or so the saying goes. I
could feel the time fast approaching when my boss Jeff was going to
find out about me. It was therefore a matter or urgency that I kept my
fantasies in check and revealed some real life facts about the
building and people where I work. I composed the following note for
Mike and Kevan. 

The library where I work is a single level old brick building built
sometime in the early 1930s; solid, imposing entrance; silver frosted
glass on the front doors gold embossed with a sort of crest/shield
design. There are no windows except for two long ones either side of
the main front entrance. These, like the front doors, are painted with
silver frost to keep the harsh California sunshine off the rare and
valuable books inside. The building itself is quite narrow across the
front (maybe 20 feet) but it runs the full depth of the city block; 80
feet or so.

Walking inside through the main entrance you first arrive at a small
reception area. On a normal day you'd be met here by Sylvia, who isn't
only the receptionist; she has a degree herself in book restoration
and conservation and the receptionist duties are done on a rotational
basis by most of us who work there. Sylvia is in her late 20s, quite a
large girl, with a sense of humor that leads me to think she's got
quite a streak of Dominatrix in her.

To the left of the reception counter is Jeff's office, mine, a small
lunch room and then a large, long room running right down to the back
of the building. This room doubles as a staff common room for all of
the staff as well as a photocopy room and book conservation area. At
the back of this room you'll also find the male and female washrooms;
each nothing more than a small room with a single cubicle. Next to the
washrooms is a storeroom and inside it, a tiny cleaner's room with a
mop, bucket and broom, and so on.

Moving back out of the common room there's a passage way which runs
between the common room and rows of shelves and leads to a fire escape
door at the back of the building. This door leads outside to a
courtyard, or so the rumor goes. Nobody has ever opened the door since
I've worked there but it's believed the small, high-fenced yard on the
other side of this door encircles a courtyard that is overgrown with a
jungle of vines and other wild-growing trees and shrubs.

The rows of shelves fill approximately half the building and are as
high as the ceiling, which is about fifteen or sixteen feet high. In
the front half of the building, between the shelves at the back and
the reception counter at the front, is a large open space with a
number of large, old oak tables. Hidden away in the front corner,
directly opposite Jeff's office, is a small cluster of booths
containing computer terminals.

It's not a lending library; more of a specialist reference library
visited by academics mostly. There's a full time staff of six
including me and a part time maintenance man who spends most of his
time reading newspapers and drinking the staff's coffee in the common
room. His name is Steve and he's a big, bearded bear of a man in his
late 40s. Most of the staff treat him with a sort of disdain (he's not
overly educated) but he's always nice to me so I don't have a problem
with him.

Of the other staff, Sylvia I've already mentioned and I expect you'll
all get to meet Jeff soon enough. The three others in order of age
from youngest (40-something) to oldest (50-something) are Michael,
Andrew and Aleistair. I'm not as young as Sylvia but these three men
all treat me in a playfully friendly way like I'm the youngest sister
to everybody at work. Michael and Andrew spend most of their work days
away from the building collecting and delivering things to our clients
- universities and colleges mostly.

Well, that's the tour of the building and a brief introduction to the
people I work with. Opening hours are 10am to 4pm Monday to Friday,
although most of us begin work at 8.30am and finish at 4.30pm and
occasionally (like me last Sunday) some of us might come in on
Saturday or Sunday although we're not paid any overtime if we do.
Steve the maintenance man is the only staff member who regularly works
Saturdays. Not sure exactly of his hours - maybe 8am to noon? He comes
in on Saturdays to do the noisy work that can't be done during normal
opening hours. Polishing the linoleum floor in the staff common room,
for example. 
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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