Fr. Christian Farnsworth's voice sounded in Susanna Cox's ear first thing on a bleary Tuesday morning at the office. "Hey, Susie, how's it going?"
"Fine, Chris. What can I do for you?"
"Got a favor to ask. You busy today?"
Susie flipped open her appointment book. The past two weeks had been rather full, and she was just coming off a three day weekend. There were two visits coming up later in the week, but the next week was going to be a marathon. She had to get some office work done, but there was a lot of space in her calendar at the moment. Fr. Chris was her go between, so making room for him made sense. "No, Chris, not really. What do you have in mind?"
"A friend of mine's in town, just gave my parish a superb Mission. Mike Simpson and I go back to seminary days; I think you'll like him."
"And how far do you want me to go in making his dreams come true?"
"I'll give you a hundred more names for this one time. So I want you to fuck him any way he wants it, but I get to watch."
Susie smiled to herself. "Sounds like fun. Anything special you want me to bring?"
An hour later, Susie was in the Rec Room of his Rectory. She wore a simple smock over her bare body, her feet in sandals, with a pot of water gently heating some oil and a massage table set up in front of her. A text message alerted Chris all was ready, and she heard voices progress down the hallway.
Fr. Mike Simpson and Fr. Chris entered clad only in large white towels wrapped around their waists, glasses of Scotch in their hands and a huge cigar was between the host's lips. They were a study in contrasts: Mike's body was sculpted, lean with strong musculature, while Chris definitely had passed his prime, with flabby arms and a small, sagging paunch. "Mike, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Susie Cox."
"A pleasure, Susie," Mike said, extending a strong hand. "You are a delight for tired eyes. Are you going to work some of the tension from my back?"
Chris wiggled his eyebrows behind Mike's back at Susie, and she smiled. "Of course, Father. Anything to help you relax."
"Sounds nice." Facing away from his colleague, he shrugged off the towel and lay face down on the table, his powerful legs captivating her eyes.
She took a bottle from the pot, tested the temperature, then spread it on his broad shoulders, working it into his taunt muscles. He purred as she kneaded and prodded his flesh, and soon his back glistened in the flourescent light, all the exertion of the past few days gone from them. Sighing, she took more and worked it into his nicely rounded buttocks; looking at Chris, she saw him puffing frantically on his cigar, following her hands greedily with his eyes.
"Now, Chris," Mike said, breaking the silence. "I know what you're thinking and don't get your hopes up. There was that one night at the Eucharistic Congress when we were in seminary, where we got drunk and did unspeakable things all night, but it's not going to happen again. The only person who's going to touch me here is this lovely young woman who is utterly fantastic."
He spread his arms in denial. "Of course, Mike. We've been friends for years and have I ever pushed anything on you since then?"
"All right. But we need to talk about other things, and you need to look at my eyes. How's Jimmy Worth and Slick Simon doing these days?" They proceeded to talk about mutual acquaintances and what they were doing in their parishes, or in some cases, how the families of departed priests were doing. Susie spent a long time working on her powerful legs, focusing on his thighs as she could get at them, before working on his feet.
"Father," she said at last, "If you would turn over, I'll work on your front a while."
"Sure," he said, turning over. His six pack was well defined, his pectoral and arm muscles strong, and the leviathan between his legs was stunning even at rest. "Look at my eyes, Chris, look at my eyes."
"Of course, Mike. Of course. How's your mother doing?"
Their conversation wandered up and down their family trees as she worked her way from the soles of his feet to his temples. As she passed the leviathan's lair, it stirred gently as she worked his inner thighs, so she made a note to return after she'd done the rest of his front. He was able to continue his conversation as she worked the tension out of his chest and arms, and his voice began to quaver when she returned to his inner thighs, her hands creeping close and closer to his scrotum.
"Chris, this isn't fair," he said, as her hand coaxed him to an erection.
