Page 86 of Bad for Me

It wouldn’t even surprise me if Tanner knew of the Pastor’s indiscretions. She was too busy shopping, hosting charity events and going on vacations.

Voices talked and laughed amongst one another, and trays of fancy drinks were brought around by various waiters and waitresses. Nothing but the best catering in Vermont for Bright Hope church.

I grabbed a green drink that looked more like cleaner than alcohol, but it was strong and minty, so it went down nicely.

Matt approached me from behind, lingering a hand on my hip and whispering in my ear, “How many awards you think I’ll win this year?—”

A loud crash garnered everyone’s attention near the kitchen in the back, and I was stunned to see a drunk, scantily clad Mary getting up from the floor.

Oh, fuck.

I knew when she left, she was in rough shape. She had planned some romantic night for me, and I fucked it up. Maybe she’d tell me, reveal herself to me. Who knows? It could have ended sizzling and not frozen.

But I had to take over. I had to be the one to decide. I should’ve just left it.

An ache in my chest formed, and my breathing was shallow, ragged.

I had to get her out of here.

“Is thatMary?”

“Yes, Matt, that’s Mary. I’ve got to get her out of here.”

He didn’t respond. I had nothing to explain to him. I jogged over to her, and when her glassy eyes landed on mine, she nearly fell again.

“Ava! Ava! Look, it’syouuuu!Look at me, baby, I’m a nun!”

“Come on, Mary. Let’s get you home.”

Mary sniffled, grabbing onto me for balance. She smelled like wine and cherries and fuck me—she wore a nun costume that barely covered her plump ass cheeks and hugged her waist.

I looped an arm around her. “Can you be with me now? Am I a good little nun now? I could be your naughty nunanytime.”

My blood pumped inside my ears, and as I took her back through the kitchen entrance to the back door, she whimpered, “You hate me.”

The swell of her breast were so close to touching my chin, and my tongue darted out of my mouth, but I said, “I don’t hate you, but you’re drunk, and you shouldn’t be here.”

She was heavier than me, and I couldn’t bring her home. I couldn’t leave Matt here, and I also couldn’t justnotbe here. What would I say then?

I couldn’t let anyone see us talking, not with the way tongues wagged around here, so I looked around the kitchen for a quiet place for me to bring her. Seeing that the large meat fridge door was propped open, I brought her inside. She slumped onto a bag of dough, the only light in the small space casting a red glow over her exposed skin.

Her arms were crossed, and she watched me as I sank to my knees in front of her.

She looked down at her bare feet—which was entirely insane since it was nearly forty degrees outside. “You may not hate me, but you don’t like me anymore. I thought I could make you like me by being a good cheerleader.”

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I understand now why she just showed up out of nowhere. I doubted what she put on her application was even the truth, but she had done an amazing job of learning the routines. She had a natural knack for dancing, which wasn’t something you could fake in cheering.

“I was mad. It had nothing to do with dislike, and everything to do with trust.”

A long silence passed between us, and then she whispered in that sultry voice she’d use with me while I knew her as Ambrosia, “Would you like me if I was a good little church girl? Someone holy and pure, someone who couldn’t wait to suck God’s dick when she finally made it to heaven? I could tell everyone I loved Jesus…because you know…it would make you happy, right?Ava, we can do that if you want to…please.”

Her final word,please,filled me with a bubble of desire so big it could’ve consumed me. I seized her mouth with mine, freeing one of her tits, plucking and pinching it as I worked her mouth.

“Fuck.” She moaned, and I lost total control.

I shouldn’t give her what she wanted. She lied to me—stalked me.

It just didn’t revolt me how it should. I felt wanted, needed,desired.

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