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“I know. But Jeff is determined to let her stay. Says she makes the group stronger,” Marta replied.
“That’s bull,” another woman chimed in. “Just look at her. Anyone who openly admits to being a whore for a police department is obviously proud of themselves. She enjoyed it, and now she’s here. How long until she’s sleeping with and corrupting our men?”
“Who says she isn’t already?” the first woman asked. “She’s a serpent, and we need to cut her head off before she sows any more sin.”
“What can we do?” Marta asked. She sounded tired, and I wondered if she’d been having this same fight with Pastor Jeff since my arrival.
“We’ll have a meeting,” the second woman said. “We aren’t the only ones who feel this way. Maybe if Pastor Jeff hears all of us saying the same thing, he will listen and kick her out.”
“It might work,” Marta hedged.
Having heard enough, I retraced my steps to Pastor Jeff’s office. Before this meeting, I needed to make sure I had him entirely under my thumb. I’d remind him why keeping mearound would be beneficial for him. I knocked softly on his door and let myself in before he had time to answer me.
“Dyana!” he said in surprise and stood. His eyes grew hungry when I shut the door and locked it. Silently, I crossed the room to the other door and locked that as well. When I turned around, he was right there. Pastor Jeff pressed me against the door as he kissed me. His hands traveled up and down my body, as he pulled me closer, then pushed me harder into the door as he plucked at my nipples. The man was starved for my body and couldn’t decide where to focus first.
I took back control as I turned us so that his back was to the door. “There’s something I wanted to try again,” I said, dropping to my knees. Before I could reach for his belt, Pastor Jeff eagerly undid his pants and shoved them down enough so that his cock sprung free. Unlike last time, when I swirled my tongue around the head, he didn’t immediately come. A sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his head back against the door and stroked my head.
After I teased the head for a few more seconds, I sucked his length into my mouth, relaxing my throat and working my way to the base of his cock. Pastor Jeff’s hand tightened on my head, and his nails bit into my scalp as a ragged moan broke from his lips. I bobbed my head several times and then took him deep again before I removed him from my mouth and stroked as I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
“Does your wife suck your cock?” I whispered. He shook his head. “Has she ever?” Again, he shook his head. “Poor Pastor Jeff,” I crooned. “You didn’t have anyone to take care of your needs and fulfill your desires before I came along, did you?” His head rolled side to side against the door in response. I smirked as I tipped his dick up and lapped at his balls. If Marta hadn’t ever sucked his dick, she sure as hell had never touched his balls, let alone licked them.
A knock on the door had us both freezing, him with his pants around his ankles and me on my knees with his balls hanging out of my mouth—not a good time to be interrupted.
“Jeff?”
Marta’s voice filtering through the door made the good pastor’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. I gestured for him to answer her as I got off the floor and looked around. I could sit in a chair and play it off innocently. She wouldn’t believe it, not that it mattered. She’d made up her mind about me the moment she saw me. The fact that she was right was irrelevant.
“Just a minute,” Pastor Jeff called as he pulled up his pants and stuffed his weeping cock back in. “Under the desk,” he whispered. He turned to open the door, but I pulled him back for another searing kiss, sharing his taste with him. “Get rid of her,” I whispered. I smoothed his hair and made sure his clothes were in order and giggled quietly when I had to tuck his dick into his waistband so Marta couldn’t see he was sporting a boner.
Marta tried to turn the knob. “Jeff, why is the door locked?” I could hear the suspicion in her tone. There was a good chance I would get caught, but there was no help for that now. I crawled under his desk, thankful that the front of the desk went to the floor. I heard Pastor Jeff take a calming breath and then unlock the door.
“I didn’t want to be disturbed,” he replied, returning to his desk. His eyes met mine as he sat and scooted all the way in.
“Oh,” Marta replied. I heard her unlock and open the other door, presumably to see if I was running away. The door closed again when she saw nothing. “We need to talk about Dyana.”
Pastor Jeff groaned in frustration as his hand slapped the desktop. “Not this again, Marta. When did you become so envious and distrustful? I’ve told you Dyana is helping us. We needed it. She’s another lost soul looking for a home, and our Christian duty is to take her in.”
“Screw Christian duty!” Marta yelled. “Ever since that... that whore showed up here, you’ve been distant with me. A woman knows when her husband’s mind is on another woman.”
“Dyana isn’t a whore, and there isn’t anything going on between us,” Pastor Jeff replied.
I chose that moment to undo his pants and fish his cock back out. To his credit, his body only tensed slightly at the unexpected touch before relaxing again. I inched forward as close as I could, closed my lips around the head, and sucked while continuing to stroke him slowly.
“She admitted to being a whore the minute she got here! And maybe there isn’t anything going on between you yet,” Marta spat, “but if she stays here, there will be, mark my words! She is cancerous to our community and should be cast out before her poison spreads. I’m not the only one who thinks that, either. The congregation will meet tonight to discuss Dyana’s future here. Maybe if you hear it from them, you’ll cast aside your selfish and sinful desires and see reason.”
“I have faith that my flock isn’t nearly as petty as you claim and can look beyond Dyana’s past, which I might remind you she said she was forced into that position, and see the good in her,” Pastor Jeff replied through gritted teeth.
All of this was highly ironic, considering I was nursing the tip of his cock as he spoke of my virtue and that nothing was going on between us. Maybe I was cancerous. I mentally shrugged. Until Marta was put into my position, she had no business judging me or what I had to do to survive.
“We’ll see. Just make sure you show up. It would be a disgrace if you didn’t.”
“I’ll be there,” he assured his wife.
Silence fell over the room as the couple regarded each other. I wondered what their marriage was like before I came. Did they get along, or were they always this cold toward each other?Presumably, at some point, there was passion between them; then again, maybe not. As starved for attention as Pastor Jeff was, I suspected they hadn’t had many biblical interactions.
“Why are you sweating?” Marta asked.
I froze. Would she find me? Part of me wanted her to. Wanted the chaos it would cause. I wanted to stand, shoulders back, and admit that I satisfied her husband where she didn’t. The rational part, however, understood how much that would throw off my plans.
