Thread: Help me I'm stuck and I don't want out (Chaos and SweetMarie)

Angie loved this old library it was large, no it was large then that it seemed to go on forever. There was the main floor where the librarian's office was and the public computers were and then on the second floor was the movies and most of the teen literature that when she was in high school would have drooled over. She loved reading books about vampires, werewolves and just those stupid romantic book girls that age seemed to swoon over. In the basement there was the none fiction books that seemed like it you touched them they'd turn to dust and float away on the wind. However in the sub-basement where Angie kind of found herself in about two weeks ago Without permission there were books that seemed to glow and talk to you without having mouths. It was so weird that Angie seriously thought she might have hit her head and was dreaming it all. She walked into the library of course there was a large circular desk that wrapped around where three librarians two women and one man stood helping out those that were actually there renting movies or books of some sort. Angie quickly walked over to elderly of the two women and smiled her typical 'I'm such a sweetheart love me' smile. The women didn't bother to look up Can I help you? she asked as her hard and serious face slowly turned up from whatever it was she was reading to look at Angie's face and her eyes seemed even more dead then before. Oh... she paused turned to her left and grabbed a key Third room on the right please lock the room up when your done and bring back the key. she said handing over a key that looked older then the women herself. Angie nodded and started off And say out of the sub-basement! she yelled after Angie and cringed as the glares she got from her co-workers. Angie grinned. Now she so wasn't going to keep out of the sub-basement and she was going to drag Bruce with her. She grinned maybe there'd be some cool stuff they would find down there, or maybe she'd pretend she was scared and cling to him. She smiled as she walked down five steps then to a plateau then turned and another five steps and a plateau and again five steps and was down at the basement which smelled of old books, and stale air. She so thought this place would make a great haunted place. She skipped her way happily to the room she had rented for their study group and waited watching her watch like a child did at the end of school. Angie jumped when her phone buzzed and sighed with great relief maybe being in a dark secluded cool room alone wasn't the smartest idea. She smiled as she flicked her finger onto the screen and traced a M onto the screen making it open. She grinned when she saw who had texted her and grinned. She knew he wouldn't be able to find her without a little bit of help or talking to the bitchy looking librarian Angie knew had some sort of dislike of her. She pulled out her books from her bag laying them around on the table and some notebooks just to make it look like she had been here working a while and not sitting waiting for him like the desperate puppy she probably looked like. She slowly pushed away from the table and walked out of the room and up the stares to the main floor when the entrance door was and looked out the door, of course Bruce wasn't there so she walked inside to see Bruce looking around for her and she walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. She put her finger to her lips to keep him from talking and whispered We're downstairs in one of the private rooms and closer to the books we'll need. she whispered to him and motioned for him to follow her. The shirt she wore clung to her body like second skin and if her bra had been any other color then white there was no way you wouldn't be able to see it though really with the small blue ribbons laced in the cups of the bra didn't hide very well under the impossibly tight shirt. Angie swung her hips from side to side as she walked letting the skirt move around her legs showing off her smooth inner thighs to anyone willing to look. As she hopped down the stairs one step at a time like a little kid her skirt rippled and showed just a little bit of her ass checks. Was Angie playing with fire? Maybe. Was she ready to get burned? Probably not. And just how far was she going to push Bruce?