Chris had driven me back to the church first thing in the morning by my request.  I had work to do and I wasn't going to get it done if I was being distracted by him.

The whole drive home was like a walk of shame.  I was still letting the fact sink in that I just became my priest's whore.  It was something that I never thought would happen, but always dreamed about.  

I tossed my keys on the counter and dropped my purse to the floor near my shoes.  I turned on a couple of lights and made my way to my bedroom, stripping down as I walked.  Wearing a blouse and pencil skirt wasn't my ideal morning attire, but I didn't want to put on my pajamas just to have to change tonight.  My room was a lunar landscape made out of mounds of clean - but never put away - clothing, so I settled to the floor to search for something.  After being with Chris, I felt the need to show more skin.  I slipped into a pair of grey cheeky lace panties and a matching longline bra, drapping a white chunky-knit blanket over my shoulders.  

I grabbed my laptop and went out into my livingroom.  Most of my furniture was white or light glossy wood, keeping the whole house modern.  I clicked the button for my fireplace, letting it warm up as I made a mound of pillows for me to sit in.  The heat radiated to my skin, making me feel toasty on the outside as well as the inside.  Just as I was getting comfortable, I heard my phone ding a couple of times.  I let out a sigh as I got up and went to my purse, rummaging around for the device.  

I had an email from a company who was looking for someone to balance their books, and another from my current company, telling me there was a video conference at one this afternoon.  I had a couple of texts asking what bar I'd be at tonight or what my services were, but I only paid attention to one of them.  I laughed when I saw the innocent text spelling out 'Hey, it's that priest you fucked'.  I added the number to my contacts and went back to my nest.

In all honesty I didn't know know how to respond to that, so I just left it.  It took an hour or so for me to finish up the latest expense reports but once that was done I had time to do my makeup.  The good thing about video calls was that the most they saw was my waist and up.  I didn't even have to wear pants.

I started on my face, applying a thick layer of foundation.  I did a light contour and blended it all together before highlighting and setting everything.  I stuck to the grey scale for my eye makeup, giving myself extravagant wings before drawing on my eyebrows.  My main focus was my lips, lining them with a dark nude purple and then blending white out from the middle.  The only thing left was deciding on a shirt.  It was hard to pick one out when most of them had to go over my head or were too sheer.  It took me a minute to find a black silky wrap top that would suffice.  The garment fit well considering it was a gift from Angelo a year or two before he passed.

We were always casual around each other on holidays.  That was something I loved about him.  He didn't make a huge deal out of celebrations. 

On Christmas Eve we would go shopping together and by each other things.  The rest of the day we would bake cookies and watch movies.  We'd finish a bottle or two of wine by midnight and then take a couple of naps on the couch.  Who ever woke up first in the morning was in charge of baking cinnamon buns and making coffee.  Once we were cleaned up, the party would start.

On Halloween we would help each other with our amazing 'couples' cosplays and have a party, handing out candy to all the kids.  Leading up to that night we would carve pumpkins and decorate our houses, make costumes and bake sweets.  We binge watched quite a few shows together, so we always had ideas for what we should dress us as.  One year I was Mary Winchester and Ange was Castiel.  Another time we Pam and Jim from The Office.  My favorite was we were Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from The X-Files.  We even considered painting our houses Texas longhorn orange and obsidian black so it could be Halloween all the time. 

On our birthdays we would go on a trip.  Sometimes it was ziplining in South Carolina, other times it was hockey games in Canada.  Before the trip we would throw each other surprise parties.  It wasn't much of a surprise since we knew it was going to happen, but we never knew the day, time, or theme.  They weren't huge, just 10 - 20 people.  Both of us would end up hiding in a room by ourselves, leaving the other to find us.  

That's where I had seen him before.  I couldn't believe that I never thought about it.  No shit I had met Chris before I had started attending church.  He was Angelo's friend.  I had invited him to a dozen parties and probably took three times that amount of photos with him in it.  I ran out to where I had left my laptop and pulled up my archive of pictures, scrolling through them until I found the good old days.  I couldn't blame myself for not recognizing him at first, he looked way different.  His hair used to be shorter and shaved on the sides, little sections coming down around his ears.  His eyebrows were nonexistent other than the thin black lines he drew on.  He had two thirds of the tattoos he has now and dressed in all black leather, including gloves and platform boots.  

There was a guy standing next to him in every picture I found, the same one that was on his mantel.  He was much shorter and wore all black too, even blacking out his arms with paint.  His hair was messy in some pictures and straight in others.  Just from his facial expression I could tell that he was shy and quiet.  It would explain why I wouldn't remember him well.  I downloaded all the snapshots of old Chris to my phone before the video conference began.  

"Devin, it's good to see you." Ryan said quickly, "This is Chris Fronzak, the owner of Stay Sick."  I nodded as the unfamiliar man let out a low whistle and Josh smirked.  Both my employers gave me a bit of feedback on the work I had just finished before it was Mr. Fronzak's turn to ask questions.  By the end of the call, he was speaking hypothetically about me getting the job.  Ryan and Josh stayed quiet and composed as it was announced that I would be Stay Sick's new accountant.  

I sighed out of content as I closed my laptop and grabbed my phone, sending out a mass text with the name of the bar I would be at tonight to all of my possible clients.  I sent a few of the cringe worthy photos to Chris and waited for him to respond as I soaked in the warmth from the fire.  There was a solid minute where my hands were vibrating from all the responses I was getting, mostly crude compliments.  My heart sped up a bit when I saw Chris' response, saying that he may have 'punish' me for digging those up.  I checked my email for anything important, closing my laptop when I saw nothing.

There was nothing better to do, so I darkened my makeup up and picked out a different outfit.  My attire for tonight consisted of a latex pencil skirt and a latex crop top with halter straps.  Both items clung to my body tightly, holding me all in.  I kicked around my floor for a pair of shoes, settling on shiny platform stilettos.  I slipped a trench coat on and gathered my essentials, shutting off my fireplace before leaving. 

A cold breeze nearly knocked me over as I took my first step outside, running to my car while pulling strands of hair from my mouth.  I took a few seconds to relax once I was sitting down, buckling myself in before starting the engine and turning the heat up as much as possible.  By the time I was halfway to the bar, I was just starting to feel the warm air blow on me.  For once the world felt innocent.  

Almost the whole parking lot was filled, and I really wasn't surprised when I walked into the bar and saw a couple dozen guys look up at me.  I pulled my coat off and hung it on the rack by the door, walking towards the back room.  I heard someone follow behind me, running their fingers down my sides.  From the tattoos on their hands, I could tell it was Justin.  He was a regular customer of mine, so I allowed him to hold onto me.  That was the dangerous thing about being a sex worker, you never knew how people would react to things.  I've had people pull on my hair and drag me to the ground, others throw me against a wall.  

"What would you like this time?" I asked as I pulled him into one of the closets.  Justin grinned and looked down at his feet.  I knew the drill and dropped to my knees, pulling at the edge of his pants.  He held my head close to him, allowing me to tease him.  I tried to block out the guilt of selling my dignity with the feeling of his cock down my throat.  

*

I sat with my back against the wall, counting the amount I had been paid tonight.  There was a quick knock on the door and I told them to come in.  I saw the shit eating grin of Mr. Fronzak as he stepped into the room.  My mouth hung open for a minute before he spoke up.

"How much to take you home?" He asked as he crossed his ankles and pushed his sleeves up.  I had never had someone ask for anal, and it was not something I was willing to do with my new boss.

"Five thousand." I hissed with a slight snicker, pulling my legs under myself.  Mr. Fronzak nodded and offered me a hand.  I took it cautiously and allowed him to pull me up from the ground.

"Clean that shit off your chest though." He told me, pointing to the mess of cum dripping down the latex.  I scoffed and yanked my hand out of his, taking a step back.

"I was kidding..." I snit, swiping some of the seed off of me with a finger and licking it up, "Maybe tomorrow.  I'm already filled to the brim." He cringed and blinked a few times, slowly exhaling before nodding and backing out of the room. 

"Couldn't help but notice how sexy you looked tonight." Chris sighed as he leaned against the door jam, "Maybe you'd like to come back to my place and we could have some fun together." I nodded and grabbed my bag, smiling when he pulled my coat around my shoulders.  He held onto the collar while leaning down, licking the sticky substance off of my top.  I nearly collapsed with how hot the sight was.  I slinked under his arm as he escorted me from the bar and to his car.  I could see Mr. Fronzak glaring at me, however I just smiled.

I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT SHORT BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE IS COMING REAL SOON.  I'm legit waiting to get blood drawn.

My friend smoked 270 dollars worth of weed and took an entire bottle of adderall today before it was even 8 in the morning.

THAT GIRL THAT I LIKE IS NAMED DAKOTA BTW. WE TALKED A BIT TODAY AND UGHHHH SO NICEEEEE.

The blood draw lady poke both my arms and dug into the vein and I almost passed out. One of my arms is already turning black and blue.

any whore, 2ndsucksdick needs to take a damn nap.