Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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.”
I manage a hesitant smile.
“Thank you for having me, Elder Jessop.”
He nods, and stands aside so I can enter his home. Oh wow, this place is nice. There’s a foyer with a chandelier, and then beyond that a double-height living room with dark, masculine furniture. A giant big-screen is hung on the wall, and to my surprise, there are few objets d’art too. I had no idea Elder Jessop had an appreciation for the finer things in life.
He chuckles, seeing my gaze.
“I like to travel and when I went to Africa last year, I picked that up,” he says in a casual tone. “It’s a mask from Benin.”
I stare at the carefully molded features.
“Is it male or female?” I ask in a hesitant tone.
Bridge chuckles.
“Good question. The figure is female, although images of women are very rare in Benin. As a result, I decided to snap it up and it’s a nice addition to my collection, don’t you think?”
I nod, looking around the living room which has artfully placed sculptures scattered about.
“It is,” I say sincerely. “I had no idea you were interested in African art.”
“I’m interested in a lot of things,” Bridge says in an amused voice. “But please, have a seat, sweetheart, because we have a lot to talk about. Can I get you something to drink?”