The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 34: Adal, the Masseur

"So, you actually turned up."

The next evening, Adal arrived at the Velvet Curtain Theatre after closing times.

He was let inside by the young man, Jake, who had black hair, an average build, and was unremarkable in every way.

Adal nodded to him and smiled

"I’m a man of my word."

"Good, because I really think you can make a change in this place. Willow has lost her edge recently... I care about her you know, she’s like a mother to me, and I think you can help her."

Adal glanced down towards the stage where the red-haired milf was pacing backwards and forwards, nibbling a pen anxiously.

With every step, her giant ass swayed, and today, her buttoned shirt struggled against her bust.

I care about her too, Jake, but in different ways.

"I will do what I can to produce a true masterpiece for the theatre." Was what he actually responded.

The young man’s eyes lit up.

"Great! Hey, do you think the Prince and his friends might come and watch? If they hear the play was written by the Great Alexandrus, they might want to see what was going on."

Adal laughed. His thoughts were hardly on the Prince at the moment.

"I can’t promise you anything."

After that, Adal made his way through the theatre, accepting greetings from the crew members as he passed.

Despite many of the crew being rich and popular, they were the ones who looked at him as though he were some sort of spectacle.

Everyone seemed to want to make a good impression on him, and some even stood taller as he passed.

Is this what it feels like to be royalty?

Eventually, he arrived at the stage where Willow was pacing.

As her red eyes landed on him, the stress seemed to be removed from her body.

Her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a sigh.

"Adal, it’s great to see you. It has been a rough day. All I could think about was what you said yesterday."

Adal waved a hand dismissively.

"Do not let my words stress you, ma’am. Look ahead. We have a bright future in front of us. And by future, I mean one week. Shall we get started?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Willow relaxed even further. A warm smile spread across her face.

"Of course. Forgive me asking, but you mentioned that you had ideas for bringing today, yet I don’t see you with any notes?"

"Ah, do not worry, Miss Collins. I do not need notes."

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For the next three hours, Adal sat backstage with Willow, presenting her with his ideas for a new play.

They had promised to work together, but what that actually meant, was that Adal spoke, and Willow listened.

As she watched the old man present the play that he called "Romantus, & Julianna", she couldn’t help but sit and listen in awe.

Everything about it was perfect.

This young man had crafted everything, from stage directions, to plotline, to dialogue, to costumes. He even explained how the lighting for each scene would need to be done.

Despite juggling so many roles, Adal was not overwhelmed and managed to balance everything perfectly.

As she sat across from the blonde, handsome man, she couldn’t help but become flustered in his presence.

She had worked with many writers before, yet none had no where near the professional maturity of the librarian. Despite his young age.

"Let’s call it a day," Adal said, once finished outlining Act One of the play.

"O-okay."

He took a sip of water and felt Willow’s eyes watching him, as his words snapped her out of her daze.

The two remained sitting there, which Adal decided was his chance to strike.

He had already checked the woman’s sexual partner counter. She was not a virgin, but had also not seen action in years. Her life was too focused on playwriting.

"Are you married, Miss Collins?" He asked out of nowhere.

Willow blinked a few times, taken by surprise.

"Married? No, no. Not anymore. I have been too focused on work."

Adal chuckled, before pushing himself to his feet and circling around the woman, eventually standing behind her chair, towering over her.

"I can tell. You are incredibly tense. Do you know that it’s important to take a break sometimes? An anxious mind will show itself through your work."

He riskinly placed two hands on Willow’s shoulders, and the milf allowed him.

Her body sank into the chair, and he felt her relax as he gently massaged her shoulder blades.

The theatre was still packed with the crew members, but none were backstage to see what was happening behind the Velvet Curtains.

"...You’re right. I cannot remember the last time I just relaxed. Is it really that obvious?"

Adal continued kneading Willow’s shoulders with slow, firm circles, thumbs pressing into the tight knots along her upper back.

Willow sighed softly, her head tipping forward as the tension melted away.

"It’s obvious, even to a young man like me." he said quietly. "Your shoulders are like stone. You’ve been carrying too much for too long."

His fingers worked deeper, sliding down her neck, then tracing her spine through her thin shirt.

Willow’s breathing slowed, and her eyelids were half-closed.

She hadn’t been touched like this in years, and it made her feel strangely safe.

Why does this boy’s hands make me feel safe?

"You’re tense everywhere," Adal said, hands drifting forward now.

Out of nowhere, he cupped the heavy undersides of her breasts gently through the fabric of her shirt, letting their full weight rest in his palms.

His thumbs brushed slow, soothing arcs along the outer curves, though he made sure not to squeeze or grope.

Willow gasped softly but stayed still. For some reason, his touch felt natural.

Her nipples stiffened against her clothes, and a warm feeling spread low in her belly.

Her breathing became heavier.

"Even here, you are tense."

He kept the hold light, cradling her breasts while her heartbeat thudded against his fingertips.

Willow’s eyes drifted shut. For the first time in years, her mind went quiet.

Then, Adal removed his hands and patted her head in a way that seemed almost fatherly.

Willow snapped back awake, cheeks blushed.

She felt embrassed with herself when she realised she wanted him to continue...

"T-thank you," she breathed, much calmer than before.

Adal smiled, as he turned towards the exit.

"Anytime," he said simply. "Now then, I must take my leave. Sleep is important for a writer."

And with that, he left the woman reeling in her thoughts.