Page 2 of Mass Sins

“Occasionally. Whenever we feel like it. We are usually more the bar type of girls,” Alexis said.

“Yeah, but if you’ll be here again next week, we will be too,” Poppy added with a flirty undertone.

I smirked and took another sip of my beer, then I looked around to take in the place. I didn’t enjoy the music too much, but it was a nice club, and the people seemed to be friendly and just here to have fun. My eyes met theirs again, and I gave them a little nod. “I’ll be back again for sure. But I like bars better too.”

“We can go to our favorite bar next weekend!” Poppy suggested. “It’s a college bar, but there’s older people there too. You won’t be the only thirty-year-old.”

I laughed, acknowledging that I wasn’t as young as they were anymore. “Sounds good to me. Do you want to dance?”

Both girls thought that was a great idea, and so we emptied our drinks before heading onto the dancefloor where they showed me just how good they were at dancing. They both got close to me, and I enjoyed giving their bodies some attention while their hands ran up and down my chest and back.

They weren’t shy. Not one bit. And I was starting to get hopeful that they’d come home with me tonight.

The night went on, and we danced until all three of us were starting to get tired. We got off the dancefloor and moved back to the bar, and I got us all a round of shots, and another round of drinks because we had already sweated out all of the alcohol before.

“Hey, by the way…what do you do for work?” Poppy asked, looking up at me with a tilt of her head. “You haven’t told us, I don’t think.”

“No, I haven’t,” I replied, pursing my lips before telling them what I did for a living. “I’m a priest.”

“Fuck off. No, you’re not,” Poppy said with a laugh.

“Are you really?” Alexis asked, her eyes wide.

“Yes.”

“Holy shit...uh, I mean, shit! You’re a priest? That’s so fucking hot!” Poppy exclaimed, laughing with Alexis.

I took two sips of my beer and chuckled when I lowered the bottle, and once they were done giggling about my profession, they both looked at me through their lashes with sexy smirks on their lips.

“I usually like calling mendaddy, but I wouldn’t mind calling youfatherfor the night,” Alexis said. If I hadn’t heard that before, I would’ve been impressed.

Somehow, though, I had heard that joke coming out of a girl’s mouth a couple of times before. It still was funny though, and I chuckled.

“I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“No, but…seriously. You’re really a priest? Aren’t you, like, too young to be a priest?” Poppy asked, sounding confused as the alcohol was starting to rush through her veins.

“You have to be at least twenty-five to become a priest. I’ve been doing this for almost five years now,” I explained as I rested my elbows on the bar behind me.

“So you’re, like, totally into God and all that?” Poppy continued.

I laughed, nodding. “That’s one of the requirements to be a priest. Can’t preach about things you don’t believe in.”

I watched them as they both stared at me. They were looking at me in a different light now, but it wasn’t a bad one.Actually, I thought telling them about my job increased the chances of me taking them home tonight.

“Wait, so…if you’re a priest, are you even allowed to drink alcohol and party all night?” Alexis asked. They were genuinely interested in what I did, and I wasn’t going to stop them from being curious.

“It is allowed. Maybe not in this amount but…we can keep that as our little secret,” I told them with a wink.

Poppy squealed. “A priest who’s sexy and sins. Damn, that issohot!”

I looked at them, trying to figure out if spending the rest of the night with me was what they wanted. I then decided to take matters into my own hands and explain to them what my plan was.

The alcohol was having an effect on me, and my simple question of taking them home turned into something more.

“If you really want to get naughty with a priest, how about I show you my new workplace, and we sin together?”

They looked at me like I was crazy, and I didn’t blame them for that. It wasn’t usual to meet a priest who broke his own rules, and there were few women who would play along with it. But these two were adventurous. So, we ended up leaving the night club and going to the church I was supposed to serve at my first Mass.

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