Habit To Heels Chapter 12

Tara hears the fluorescent lighting buzzing overhead as she quickly runs through the white, sterile hallway of the hospital. She had washed promptly off her makeup at home. Now she has on her gray sweatsuit and her Whipple. She approaches the nuns from St. Rose. Sisters Willa, Eugena, and Andre are sitting in plastic chairs in a makeshift waiting room at the end of the hall. They have gathered and are waiting for news about Sister Evelyn.

Tara makes her way down the long hallway and asks the group, "What happened?"

Sister Andrea sits withdrawn, facing Tara. She answers, "She was roaming the halls in the convent late, mumbling something incoherent. Then she collapsed. Sister Eugena found her and called the ambulance."

Sister Eugenia clutches her rosary, her lips moving silently as she nods to Tara.

Sister Willa pulls a chocolate bar from the vending machine, arms crossed, and turns around. Willa states, "Tara, why didn't you answer your phone? I called six times. Six!"

"I told you," Tara replies, her voice tired but steady. "I have a headache. I took a Tylenol and fell asleep."

Willa blinks, her eyebrows lifting. "You fell asleep? Well, I'm glad you woke up and I finally got ahold of you."

Willa lightens her tone, "Even though you don't live at St. Rose, you are important to us. We also know you are close to Sister Evelyn."

Andrea stands now, her tone argumentative. She says, "You always have a headache when things get inconvenient. With long naps?"

Willa frowns, glancing between them. "What's she talking about?"

"Nothing," Tara says quickly.

Just then, the doctor appears. He is elderly but manages to show a reassuring face. "Sisters," he begins, "Sister Evelyn is stable. She's going to survive."

The nuns share a breath of relief.

"However," the doctor adds, "there's damage. She may have partial vision loss, and she'll need significant rehabilitation to walk again."

Sister Eugena slowly begins to cry, and Sister Andrea hugs her.

Finally, the doctor adds, "Why don't you all return to St. Rose tonight? There's not much that can be done now. It's the middle of the night. We will call with updates if we need to."

Tara nods. Andrea doesn't even look at her.

After the second frozen drive home of the night in the Sky Chicken, Tara enters her apartment. She shuts the door and doesn't even take her shoes off. Sister Tara sinks to the floor and cries.

For Tara, the next few days blur together. She feels in a daze. She continues to work and goes to mass twice a day. Evelyn's condition, the rehab paperwork, and the community updates seem to overwhelm her. Tara's thoughts bounce back and forth between Sister Evelyn and her own nude body dancing on stage at Bonita's Spice Sweet Spice. She doesn't even think about the time she posed for the photoshoot with Taylor.

A few days later at Maple Tree Rest, Jenna approaches her.

"We need to talk," Jenna says, nodding toward a quieter, empty hallway. Her usual playful tone is gone.

Tara stiffens. "About?" They walk together to find a private space, and Tara looks over her shoulder to check.

"Taylor took photos of you. I saw the proof sheets from the pictures he took," Jenna says quickly. "I saw you."

Tara stares. "What?"

Jenna nods. "The swimsuit shots. And others. You know."

Tara inquires, "How did you... Why were you looking at those?"

"I didn't go snooping," Jenna replies. "Taylor's my boyfriend. I was randomly looking through the proof sheets on his workbench with the loop."

"You shouldn't have. That wasn't meant for..." Tara struggles to finish her sentence.

"I wasn't meant for me. I was not supposed to see them," Jenna finishes for her. "I know. But now I have. Tara, you're a nun for crying out loud."

Tara softens. "It's not what you think."

Jenna folds her hands. "Then tell me what it is."

Tara opens her mouth, then closes it. For once, there's no lie ready. No headache excuse. Just silence.

"I'm not usually a snitch. Tara, you're a nun. I should tell someone," Jenna says, her voice low but steady. "The photo, they could ruin things. For you. For St. Rose."

Tara's tone gets defensive. "Ruin what, exactly? Me standing in a swimsuit? That's not a sin."

"It's not just the swimsuit, Tara. And you know it," Jenna says. "There's context. The secrecy. And it's not just you. Taylor could get in trouble too."

"Did he willingly show you the proof sheet?" Tara snaps.

Jenna stands her ground. "Don't turn this around."

"You're the one who snooped," Tara retorts.

"I wasn't snooping!" Jenna responds."Why did you do it?"

There it is. The question Tara's been avoiding like fire. She pulls her coat tighter around herself, suddenly cold.

"I don't know," Tara murmurs. "Maybe because for once, I wanted to feel like I had some control. Like I was beautiful. Not just Sister Tara."

Jenna exhales, slowly. "You could have told me."

"I thought you'd judge me."

"I'm not judging you, Tara. I'm worried about you."

The silence between them is full and tight.

"It has been a lot recently," Tara says finally. "About Evelyn. About everything."

Jenna finally after a long pause says, "Sounds like you have many items to sort out. I'll keep your secret safe for now."

Tara nods in disapproval.

"But I can't promise I'll keep it to myself," Jenna says. "If it puts you, Taylor, or anyone else at risk. I'll have to say something."

Tara doesn't argue. "Fine," she whispers as she turns and walks away.

Later that evening Jenna joins Taylor as he starts another photo session with Dollya.

Dollya enters the studio and sees Jenna there with Taylor. She says, "Oh hello. Is she your lighting assistant?"

Taylor asks his model, hey you know my friend Jenna, she wants to watch you pose and shoot tonight. That's Ok right?"

Dollya is taken aback for a second, she asks Jenna hypothetically, "You know I'm going to pose nude, right? I don't mind, if you don't." She smiles spins and heads for the dressing room.

Jenna turns to Taylor, "Now I'm your friend. We are just friends?"

Taylor replies, "Come on Jenna you know how important you are to me. Now help me move the futon to the center of the studio."

Jenna rolls her eyes and helps move the props.

After fifteen minutes or so, Dollya comes out of the dressing room. She has on a robe. She is all made up, and her look is perfect not a single strand of her strawberry blond hair is out of place. She stands in the middle of the studio and drops her robe to the floor. She has a full bush and her tits are perky and her nipples are fully erect. Totally nude, not even shoes, she crawls onto the futon and begins to pose.

Taylor starts clicking his camera. Jenna sits on a stool over to the side.

Dollya's posing is more erotic than she did the last time she modeled. She spreads her legs and plays with her tits. Reaching down Dollya spreads her pussy through her pubic hair. She smiles to the camera, "Taylor sweety, are you getting all me tonight." She winks and then shoots a scowl at Jenna.

Jenna, with a mocking tone, "Yes dear are you getting it all."

Dollya gets on all fours and lets Taylor shoot her ass from behind as she sticks it in the air. Dollya laughs and says, "I see the bad moon rising." She reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks. Next, she shows her photographer her anal wink.

Taylor at a loss for words trying to slow down the scene as he continues to focus the camera says, "You look amazing tonight Dollya."

Dollya stands and smiles as she asks Jenna, "I'm so horny right now, I hope it's OK with you if I give our boy Taylor a blowjob?" Dollya laughs.

Jenna is shocked and is slow to respond.

Dollya walks right up in front of Taylor undoes his belt and unzips his pants.

Jenna finally responds, "Dollya you know I go out with him?"

Dollya snickers and responds, "Then help a sister out. Let's do him together." She reaches over his shorts and pulls out his erection. The model states, "There seems to be enough of him for the both of us." As she slightly kisses the head of his cock. Dollya laughs again this time a bit more evil.

Jenna can't believe what she is seeing, "Dollya, Are you kidding?" She watches as Dollya continues to hold and kiss Taylor. "OK I'm game," Jenna finally gives in. Jenna crawls over and joins in the fun.

As Dollya is sucking cock, Jenna starts to make out with Taylor. Jenna gets on her knees as she pulls Dolly's hair out of her face. Jenna says, "I might as well get a good view of your face getting fucked." Now it's Jenna turn to laugh.

Dollya laughs as she sucks and holds Taylors dick for Jenna to devour. Dollya smiles, "He is all warm and wet for you." Dolly snickers,, "See, it's fun to share what you have."

Jenna starts to suck Taylor, who has not even said a word yet. Dollya licks his balls. After the double blow job, Taylor finally speaks, "Oh my."

The girls lay Taylor down on the studio floor. Dollya rides Taylor backward cowgirl as Jenna sits on his face.

"Oh yess, drive me," Jenna screams as Taylor licks. Jenna quickly cums and screams in pleasure.

Dollya turns her head as far as she can, to watch Jennas reaction. Dollya spins around and makes out with Jenna as she rides Taylor. Jenna throws her head all over the place as she grinds her wet pussy hard on Taylor's face. Dollya cheers the scene, "Ride his face! Grind that pink twat into his mouth!"

When Taylor is close, Dollya positions herself and Jenna in front, and they begin a double hand job.

Taylor Shoots cums on both of their faces, as they laugh. Dollya smiles and plays with the cum, she wipes some on Jenna's face. Soon all three collapse on the studio floor.

Taylor finally breaks the silence, "Did anyone get that on camera?" They all begin to giggle.

Dollya gets up and struts her nude ass, over to the other side of the studio. She reaches in her bag, pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

Dollya shakes the match to put the flame out, "You two are hot. That was awesome. I had some unspent energy tonight, but I don't know what came over me."  She giggles.

Jenna relaxed, "Wow Your my first, you know threeway." In her best French accent, "Ménage à trois."

Dallya smiles, "I've had a few in the past. With you two, very nice indeed." As she takes a long drag on the cigarette.

Taylor is in a daze, he is spent. The two girls laugh at Taylor.

Dollya says, "I do love shooting with you Taylor, it's been a while. Come to think of it, last time we shot you invited a spectator."

Jenna curiously asks, "Who watched last time?"

Dollya says, "Tara. You know after the shoot a few weeks later she started to take the pole and exotic dance class at the gym with Deb and me."

Jenna taken by surprise, "Hold on. Dollya, you mean Tara from Maple Tree Rest Home? She took the pole dancing class?"

Dollya shrugs, "I don't know where she works or much about her."

Jenna's tone is more serious, "Taylor, I know you shot her fashion and swimwear."

Taylor states, "Yeah I shot her, she looked great."

Dollya chimes in, "I know Tara shot with Taylor. Deb the dance class instructor, did her makeup for the photo shoot."

Jenna looks at Talyor, "I saw the proof sheet. Deb did the makeup?"

Dollya continues as if she was not interrupted, "Then almost every night, she started to practice pole dancing hardcore. Just last week Deb redid her makeup and she danced Amateur night at Bonita's Spice Sweet Spice."

Aghast Jenna screams, "WAIT WAIT. You mean to tell me that Tara the girl from the rest home, that same girl danced amateur night at a strip club? No Fucking WAY!"

Taylor was shocked, "Tara danced at Bonita's? Did she strip?"

Dollya, wondering what is so amazing about her story. She continues matter of fact, "Yes the girl danced and she stripped, you basically have to dance nude if you want to win the amateur night. She almost beat Cara. Cara, you also know, she is  that girl from dance class, Jenna."

Jenna stops Dollya by grabbing her hand, "Dollya you are missing the Fucking elephant in the room. The huge elephant!"

Dollya shrugs, "What are you talking about, why are you so shocked?

Jenna is almost ready to scream, "Tara is a NUN! She's a NUN! And you're telling me she STRIPPED and DANCED NUDE."

Dollya totally surprised in denial, "She is a nun? You're kidding me right. No fucking way. Jenna, you just got done saying she works at the rest home."

Taylor finally chimes in, "Yes she is a nun, I have seen her wear her hat thingy."

Jenna continues, "I thought it was big news that she had photos taken. That's nothing compared to stripping."

Dollya finally sees the big deal, "Wow, she's a nun? Wow, she's a nun. She is a good-looking nun. I'll say that, for her."

A few days later. Tara's thoughts can't shake the beat of the bass, the eyes in the dark, and the way the music moves her body. It plays on a loop in her mind.

She should feel shame. Instead, she feels restless. She is nude staring at her own image in the dressing room mirror, at Rutherford's Department Store. She tries on a formfitting dress. She pulls a thin strap over her shoulder. She runs her hands along her curves, checking how the nylon clings to her hips. The dress is nearly identical to Cara's. Tight. Slinky. In her purse is a brand new silk bra and G-string set. This time the color is dark plum.