Carol: 3
"What the fuck?" she cursed, seeing she was all alone in third and two turns behind. This was unacceptable. She knew this would be a battle, but she thought five already was a damn good start, but seeing Portia erupt with a whole bunch was concerning.
She threw on her robe and headed to her bedroom. She needed a plan to get more turns tonight. She was grabbing a pair of panties when the doorbell rang.
"Damn!" she snapped and began to step into the undies to be at least a little bit better armored before finding out who was bothering her this time of night on a weekend. But her irritation over falling behind in the contest had her Irish up and she tossed the panties on the bed and stalked downstairs to get the door. Peeking through the peep hole she was surprised to see two girls. They both looked to be late high school or early college age and were both in conservative blouses and wearing name tags. If they hadn't been girls, Veronica would have assumed they were Mormon missionaries. While she couldn't tell who they were, she could see that both were pretty and looked very sweet and innocent. The anger at the interruption instantly changed to interest as she wondered if maybe there was a turn right there on her front porch, perhaps even a double turn.
So, the redhead gave her head and body a shake to turn her demeanor from bitchy to welcoming, opened the door and greeted warmly, "Hello."
The blonde half of the pair said, "Hello," with a sunny smile, then asked, "Are you familiar with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?"
Veronica was surprised, they were Mormons. As far as she knew only men would go door to door proselytizing. She was authentically curious about that and even more so about the two girls, who were almost certainly virgins in every possible way and perfect turn candidates. Sure, it would likely be a lot more challenging than other turns, but they both looked worth the effort. She replied to the blonde's question with, "A little, but I didn't know women could be missionaries."
The All-American beauty replied, "Oh, that is a myth, women have been missionaries for a long time. The only difference is that men can start their missionary work at eighteen, while we have to wait until nineteen, like we both are now."
"I see," Veronica said, checking out her potential quarry, both in semi-long skirts, with pantyhose and flat shoes.
"Do you have to wear pantyhose in this heat?" Veronica asked, then added, reading the blonde's name tag, "Sister Aria."
"While some of the LDS congregations have changed their policy regarding pantyhose during missions and church services, ours is not one of them," Aria said, feeling quite sweaty after a long day of doing the Lord's work. It was a bone of contention among some of the younger women in their congregation.
"I see," Veronica nodded. "I'm assuming that was a male-made decision."
"You're probably right," Aria agreed with a small grin, using the light moment to create common ground with this woman, which her training had taught her could keep the door open so she might have the chance to really have some impact on this woman's life and spirit. "By the way, as you already noticed, I am Sister Aria, and this is Sister Danica."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Veronica." The red-headed MILF smiled warmly, extending her hand first to Aria and then to Danica.
"Nice to meet you too," Aria said, again speaking for the two of them.
"Does your sister talk?" Veronica asked, seeing the brunette looking very shy.
"Today is her first day of missionary work," Aria explained.
"Don't worry," Veronica said, purposely being corny, "I don't bite." Although that would be a lie.
Aria laughed, perhaps a little too fake, but it had been a long day of rejection and even some personal attacks and this woman seemed very nice and pleasant. "In fact, we are doing some work in the community about people's view of work and home balance and we would love to have a few minutes of your time to get your input."
"Sure, why not?" Veronica said, after a brief hesitation, wanting to make it look like she wasn't too eager to allow these two ripe young women into her home.
"May we just step inside?" Aria asked, having been trained that if they got this far, to be a little more forward. According to the Elders who had mentored them, you actually allowed yourself in at this point, but neither she nor Danica were remotely that brazen.
"Of course, please come inside and get out of that heat," Veronica offered generously, moving aside to allow both to enter her home.
The girls took their flats off revealing neither had painted toenails as she suspected.
Veronica led them into the living room and the two girls sat beside each other on a loveseat while Veronica sat across from them on the sofa. She said, "Sorry for my casual attire, but you caught me just getting out of the shower."
"We're sorry for catching you at a bad time," Aria said, "but we're happy you were courteous enough to answer and invite us in."
"My pleasure," Veronica said, sure the two wouldn't catch on to the real meaning of those two words. She looked at Danica who still hadn't spoken but sensed was admiring her. Could Danica be a lesbian? Was that allowed in the Mormon world? "But I have a few questions I'm curious about. May I go first?"
"Of course, ma'am," Aria replied.
"Please, call me Veronica, people call my mom ma'am," Veronica warmly said, although it was true she didn't like the term.
"Of course, Veronica, what is your first question?"
"What is with your dress code? I mean you dress substantially differently from the other girls in the neighbourhood your age or who shop at my store."
"We do have a somewhat strict dress code, although not as strict as it used to be. One that emphasizes modesty in all aspects of appearance," Aria explained.
"So, the Mormon God wants you to dress boring?"
Aria laughed, "Not boring, well, okay, perhaps it is a little boring. We are supposed to have our shoulders, chest and knees covered and not wear anything that is too tight or revealing."
"Well, what fun is that?" Veronica joked.
"Our mission is to help others find God," Danica spoke for the first time. "Dressing modestly helps keep the focus on that message instead of on us." She had been nervous all day but now felt extra nervous because she found this woman absolutely beautiful. No one, not a single soul, not even her sister Aria had any clue that she was only attracted to girls.
"She speaks," Veronica smiled. "But my question is, when do you have fun?"
"Missionary days are lots of fun, spreading the word and helping others," Aria explained.
"Is that true, Danica?" Veronica asked, seeing the brunette as the weak one here. "Are you having fun today?"
Danica paused, not wanting to say anything negative but also not wanting to lie. Truth be told, she'd only come on the mission due to family tradition backed by the nagging of her mother. And the many negative reactions they'd had so far could end up making her hate this completely. She went with a piece of truth. "It's been very rewarding when we've been able to help someone open themselves up to allowing Jesus into their life." Then she couldn't stop herself from adding, "I just wish that happened more often, a lot of people just aren't very nice."
"That doesn't sound like a ringing endorsement," Veronica said as she stood up. "I have a few more questions and then I'll also answer yours. Can I get you sisters a drink?"
"A water would be heavenly," Aria answered.
"Heavenly," Veronica smiled, "you are too cute. I'll be right back," she said, thinking it would really be heavenly to help them discover the joys their God had created in their young, ripe bodies.
As she poured two glasses of water and then a glass of wine for herself, she could faintly hear Aria scolding Danica.
"You can't say you don't like doing missionary work, it's one of our core purposes."
"Sorry, I can't lie," Danica said, although her whole life was a lie. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints' rules were full of confusing contradictions, like the fact they distinguished between same-sex attraction and same-sex behaviour. While having attraction for someone with the same gender as you was not a sin, acting on it in any real way was.
"I don't want you to lie," Aria replied. "But when you answer like that you hinder the message from the Lord."
"Sorry," Danica sighed, wishing this day would be over.
Veronica returned and as she placed the glasses of water down, she said, "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I could hear you from the kitchen. I don't think God wants you to lie about who you really are either."
As Veronica said this, she stared at Danica, sensing that she was holding something back, that perhaps she had questions about her sexuality.
"Yes, Veronica, you are right," Aria nodded, trying to pacify the woman so she could continue to do God's work. Or perhaps even start since they hadn't got on script yet.
"I'll be right back, I just need to get dressed," Veronica said, although her plan for getting dressed was going to be very unorthodox.
While in her bedroom, she checked her phone and sighed. There has been another update. Luckily, it was only Carol who she didn't take as a serious threat, but still. She grabbed a black thong, black thigh highs, a leather skirt, and a white blouse... leaving the bra on the bed. At the last second, she grabbed a garter belt, not that it was needed for thigh high stockings, but to add to the seduction by getting the girls, likely Danica, involved.
Score at 7:53 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Crystal: 7
Portia: 7
Veronica: 5
Carol:4
Jasmine: 4
After their hostess left, both girls drank over half the water. Danica, getting just a little more comfortable and gaining a little confidence from Veronica's words, said, "Why haven't any of our older sisters fought to get the dress code changed like others have?"
"I don't know," Aria said. "But it isn't our place to question any of our elders."
"But all I ever want to do is question our elders," Danica said, finally beginning to reveal just a smidge of her truth.
"Danica!"
"I'm serious," Danica said, on a bit of a roll, "things need to change. These male-dominated rules and the rigid hierarchy are old fashioned, outdated and sexist."
"Danica, we can have this talk at another time," Aria said sternly, "right now we have the Lord's work to do."
"The entire society is outdated and sexist," Veronica said, returning still in her robe, with her clothes in her hand.
"Sorry, you had to hear that, ma'am," Aria apologized. "It's been a long day."
"But nothing Danica said is wrong," Veronica continued, this olive branch perfect to open up their minds to liberation... both sexually and for the growing feminine movement.
"Thank you, Veronica," Danica said, "but Sister Aria is correct, this wasn't the place to have this conversation."
"I disagree," Veronica said, as she sat down, "this is the perfect place. So, my next question, one that may make you a little uncomfortable, is, what is the church's view on lesbianism?"
Danica's eyes went wide and in a heartbeat Veronica knew this young lady was a lesbian or very, very curious.
"While it's not a sin to be attracted to someone of the same sex, it is a sin to act on it," Aria explained.
"Isn't that incredibly contradictory?" Veronica asked as she reached for a black thigh high stocking. She was going to tempt the fuck out of these two girls, especially Danica.
"They are still trying to work out their views in this ever-changing world," Aria explained.
"Whose views? Men's? Elders'? Are women equally involved in these conversations and decisions?" Veronica asked as she rolled a stocking up and prepared to put it on... about to do the opposite of a strip tease but with, she hoped, a similar impact: lust.
