Dark Side of the Cloth by Brooklyn Cross
Present Day
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes, Father, fuck me just like that!” Yasmine leaned back in the chair, getting more comfortable as her fingers quickly worked her heated folds and swollen nub. “Oh, dear God, don’t stop fucking me!” She watched in earnest as the fake priest slammed his dick into the actress portraying a parishioner. “You’ve been very naughty and need to be taught a lesson,” the fake priest said as he smacked the girl’s ass. Yasmine gave her hard little clit a few more tugs and came all over her fingers. The wetness slid down her legs and soaked the panties she’d pulled down just enough to give her hand access to work her needy pussy.
Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs had her jumping up. Fumbling with her phone, she managed to turn off the dirty porn video and quickly slip into the bathroom. After a few deep breaths, she pulled her head together and pretended to use the restroom. After washing her hands, she fixed her always untamable red hair, composed her face, and stepped back out into her workspace.
“Oh Yasmine, there you are. I thought maybe I’d missed you upstairs.”
Yasmine stared, momentarily dumbfounded, at seeing her real-life fantasy standing before her. The new hot priest had almost caught her masturbating to a dirty video, and the entire situation had her sex clenching and looking for more.
“No, I’ll be here for a few hours yet. I still have paperwork to finish.” She wanted to smack her hand against her forehead. “How can I help you, Father O’Sullivan?”
“How many times do I need to remind you to call me Dean?” One dark eyebrow rose in a challenge, and Yasmine had to work hard not to squirm under his sexy stare.
“Just habit. Sorry, Dean.” She emphasized his name, and one corner of his mouth turned up. “How can I help you?”
Dean methodically wandered around her worktable, his hands neatly folded in front of his long black robes. She couldn’t help herself from picturing what he looked like under those formal robes. She knew he used to be in the Army, and from his tall, broad-shouldered build, she could tell he still worked out regularly.
How he ended up as a priest was beyond her, but as far as she was concerned, ‘taking his priestly vows was a waste to women everywhere. Dean’s swarthy looks and smoldering eyes had the church pews busting full no matter what day of the week it was. Every horny teen, Suzy Homemaker, widower, and slut in town primmed and pampered themselves to look extra special for Father O’Sullivan. It made her wonder if they went home and had sex with the men in their lives while thinking about him instead.
Dean came to a stop before her, and his hazel eyes seemed to call to her, telling her so much more than his words did, all of it very naughty. Her legs began to tremble gently from his nearness. She’d never been so happy to be wearing one of her long work smocks.
“I have some distressing news and felt it should be delivered in person.” Dean’s eyes flicked to the chair she’d been inhabiting moments ago, and a flush spread throughout her body as she spotted droplets of her orgasm still on the seat. Before she could direct him to sit elsewhere, he wiped off the seat with his hand and sat down. If she hadn’t been so turned on by him unknowingly touching her release, she would have bolted from the room. She licked her suddenly dry lips and shook her head to break the spell.
“There has been a multi-vehicle accident on the neighboring interstate. The police are saying this ice storm is the cause. The loss of life is such a shame.” Dean’s gaze captured hers once more, and she crossed her arms over her chest to keep her heart from jumping out.
“Oh my.” Yasmine leaned against the table. “Anyone I’d know?” she asked and then silently chastised herself for such a stupid question. On some level, she knew everyone in the area, even if she wasn’t close to anyone.
“Yes, but I don’t think it’s anyone you knew well.”
Yasmine nodded at the news. Hearing about so much death saddened her, and yet it also meant business for her, which left her dealing with a strange mix of emotions. Actually, being around death left all people with a strange mix of emotions. This was probably why she didn’t have any friends now or when she was young. Funny how kids thought you were a freak when you’d grown up surrounded by the dead.
Her small funeral home had been in business for over a hundred years. Her grandfather, then her father, kept the doors open for generations, and now it was her turn. She would continue to service those in mourning. She took great pride in making sure the dead looked as good as the living. It was their final bow, and she’d worked hard to perfect her craft.
“I just came from helping the sheriff notify the families of their loss. They are in God’s embrace now, which brings me to why I’m here. All three of the families have requested to have the funerals held at the same time.”
“The same time?”
She instantly started calculating the space upstairs for viewing and service and knew there was simply not enough space for that many people. It would be helpful if a tent could be added outside, but adding outdoor space would be impossible considering the cold snap and the snow.
“Oh Dean, I don’t know if I can accommodate that. I mean, even the smallest family in town would have twenty-five people per family, then times that by three…”
Dean rose from the chair. Stepping in close to her, he used the same hand he’d wiped the chair with to stroke her cheek. She had the strongest urge to turn her head and suck those fingers into her mouth. His towering frame cast a shadow over her, and she could have sworn his eyes lingered on the pounding pulse in her neck.
“I have faith in you, Yasmine. You always find a way, and I know that during these despairing times, you will prevail once more.” Dean tucked a loose piece of hair from her messy bun behind her ear, and she had to stop herself from leaning into the innocent contact.
“I think you flatter me too much.” Her voice came out as a harsh whisper.
“How many funerals have I been here for in the last year? Fifty at least? You’ve always gone above and beyond and made any possible issue work. I don’t flatter you with falsehoods.”
Yasmine’s cheeks flamed red as she cleared her tight throat. “Yes, yes, of course, you’re right. These people deserve the best. I’ll see what I can do.”
She needed something to do with her hands, so she pulled off her glasses, gently blowing on them and cleaning them with her shirt.
Dean watched her, reminding her of a cat watching its prey.
“I knew I could count on you, Yasmine.” Leaning down, Dean gently touched his lips to her forehead. “I do hope to see you at service soon.”
Her heart ceased working altogether and didn’t begin beating again until the door was closed behind the all too heavenly Father. She was going to burn in hell, and there was no way around it.