When the young woman finally lifts her head up to face me again, she’s flushed from embarrassment and arousal. Maybe I should go easy on her, given her obvious humiliation. Then again, maybe not. Meanwhile, Renee continues to beg.
“Please, don’t tell anyone about this. You know they’ll fire me, and I can’t afford to lose my job. This is the only thing I have in Vegas,” she whispers in a pitiful tone.
I don’t say anything, letting the gorgeous woman sweat it out for a little bit because to be honest, I want to use this situation to my best advantage. I’ve seen Renee around before. We haven’t really spoken, but she’s caught my eye ever since she arrived at Sanctuary about a year ago. She’s a gorgeous young woman with a curvy, luscious body and the kind of innocence reminiscent of the Virgin Mary herself. In my experience, these types of women are the best because the more innocent and virginal they look, the more likely they are to be utterly nasty in bed.
Still, Renee continues with her pleading.
“You don’t understand, Elder Jessop. I didn’t mean any harm and truthfully, no one was injured, right? I thought I was alone, and then the pop-up literally came out of nowhere. Yes, I got carried away, but to err is human, and I’ll do anything to atone. Please, I’m begging you, just keep this between us, okay?”
I merely continue to eye her, appreciating her curvy form. Hmm, this young woman is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and so much more. Perhaps my opportunity has come.
“Please, say something, Elder Jessop. I don’t want to get into any trouble. I need to know that you won’t tell anyone else about this!” Renee begs, tears literally beginning to fall. “Please, don’t fire me.”
An idea leaps into my mind and I smile soothingly.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, Renee. But you’re right. You have sinned.”
She hiccups as tears drop off her chin.
“I know, and I’m so, so sorry! I apologize. I’ll say rosaries non-stop. I’ll serve on that new Church committee they’re putting together to serve lunches to the homeless. I will work with incarcerated youth. Anything, Elder Jessop.”
I nod, as if still in thought.
“I think you’ve apologized enough, but I need time to formulate an appropriate punishment. Trying to do things right here, right now, is too much pressure on both you and me. Why don’t we talk again tomorrow?”
Renee bites her lip, looking down.
“Yes, of course,” she says. “I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
I nod, satisfied.
“Good. Just come by my place around six o’clock tomorrow, and we’ll discuss the incident at length then. In the meantime, my lips are sealed. No one will hear about this incident from me.”
Renee exhales on a raggedy sigh.
“Thank you, Elder Jessop. I totally understand, and I’ll be at your house tomorrow.”
“Good,” I nod before scribbling my address on a notepad and pushing it towards her. “Don’t be late, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you then.”
She nods, and then I stroll out of the church offices and into the bright sunlight of Las Vegas. Even though it’s past five, the sun’s still out and gleaming brilliantly off buildings, parking lots, and the traces of sand that blow through Vegas constantly. Our heat is a dry heat, and I grimace a little when I get into the microwave that’s my truck cab.
But then, an image of Renee with her fingers crammed into her pussy flashes before my eyes again, and I groan. The young seductress has lit a fire in my groin, and starting up the engine, I pull out of the parking lot before speeding home. After all, I need to think of an appropriate punishment before tomorrow night, and I have just the thing in mind.
3
Renee
My entire body shakes with nerves as I walk to my little Volvo hatchback. It takes two tries to start, but I adore this vehicle because it’s gotten me through a lot. Sure, Ladybug doesn’t look like much, but she’s very trusty despite her rusted exterior and I don’t think I could ever part with her.
Then again, my vehicle is the least of my problems right now. At the moment, I’m on my way to Elder Jessop’s house on the outskirts of Vegas, and my heart’s going a mile a minute. OMG, what is he going to say to me? I’ve already made it clear that I’m terribly sorry, and that I’ll do anything to make up for my transgressions. But what do I have to offer? Longer hours at the Sanctuary office? Acting as a substitute for our current Sunday school teacher? I have no idea.
Feeling shaky, I finally come upon Elder Jessop’s house and pull into his enormous driveway. The older man’s in construction, so I’m not surprised to see that his house is fancy and quite big. It’s two stories with a stucco exterior, complemented by a heavy wooden door and manicured lawn. Lawns are expensive in Vegas because the desert heat seems to suck water right out of the earth. Yet Elder Jessop’s front lawn gleams a deep emerald green. I can’t even imagine how much the upkeep must be.
Hesitantly, I get out of the car and make my way up the gravel path. Is my outfit okay? I had no idea what to wear, so at the last minute, I threw on a simple v-neck t-shirt that hugs my tits, but not in an obscene way, and a denim mini that comes down mid-thigh. Cute sneakers finish up the outfit, and I took especial care with my curls. I want to look good because maybe Elder Jessop’s more likely to take pity on an attractive woman. Or maybe I should have tried to look bad, as proof that what happened is tearing me up from the inside out. Exasperated, I give my head an impatient toss and knock on the door.
Immediately, the heavy slab opens to reveal Bridge Jessop himself. Goodness, the alpha male’s handsome. Of course, I’ve seen him around church before, but I haven’t interacted with him much. Elder Jessop is dressed in nothing more than a pair of jeans and a collared shirt, yet his broad shoulders nearly take up the width of the door frame, and those blue eyes seize mine immediately.
“Welcome,” he says in a baritone. “It’s good to see you, Renee.”