Pastor Jill walked back and forth on the stage of her mega-temple, a house of worship that looked more like a fortress than a church. Her fingers and toes were painted a pure shade of white, and her white heels clacked as she preached The Holy Word to her congregation.
"Man shall only lie with woman and vice versa—this is made very clear in The Book," she said, talking with her hands. "Homosexuality is a sin of the highest order because it is against what is written in The Book. It's as simple as that. Understand?"
The parishioners of The Temple of the Wayward Souls, who were all women, nodded and spoke in unison, "Yes, Pastor."
Pastor Jill, so sharp and neat in her white suit, smiled as she looked out upon her Work. All of her congregants sat up straight in their seats. Their uniforms were white skirts that covered everything above the knee, and around their waists they wore black belts.
Pastor Jill founded the Temple. She specifically sought to right the wrongful behavior of women, and she had quite a successful track record. Prostitutes, drug abusers, alcoholics, adulterers, atheists, believers of other faiths, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals—all found new purpose when they entered the care of Pastor Jill.
Oh, there were critics, who mainly said that she was trying to mold the social order of her town to her own will instead of lend a helping hand. Not that any of these people were able to take her down—not after they had a one-on-one with her in her special office, that is ...
"The Word in The Book also speaks against transsexuals, who are confused about who and what they are," she continued. "What they fail to realize is that they are the gender they were born with, and that's all that they should be. Trying to act or become the opposite sex is a sin and crime against nature. Do you agree?"
"Of course, Pastor," the congregants said.
"Good. That ends today's sermon and service. Go and praise The Writ in every way."
"We hear and we obey."
And they all chanted
obey
, at first slowly but then quicker until they all started speaking in tongues, their hands in the air and eyes rolled back in their heads. When their energy abated, the worshippers then stood up and filed out neatly.
Pastor Jill looked on with pride. Her long, curly hair was tied back into a neat ponytail.
I truly am the servant of The Word
, she thought,
and no one will ever change that
.
When everyone left, she walked off of the stage. She was about to exit through a door at the back of the stage, but was met by one of her personal secretaries, who held a tablet.
"What is it?" the cleric asked.
"Pastor, we have intercepted a video from your home," the woman said, with a monotone voice. "You must see it."
And see it she did.
But she did not like what she saw ...
•
Joan ran to the front door of the mansion when she heard the bell ring and opened it quickly. Standing before her was Lana. The two women smiled at each other, and then devolved into a fit of giggles once Lana entered the house.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Lana asked.
Joan closed the door. "Yeah, Mother's preaching, so ..."
"Don't have to tell me twice."
The two women hugged tightly and kissed.
"C'mon," Joan said, taking Lana by the hand and leading her upstairs to her bedroom.
Joan closed the door and left the window shade open just a crack. Lana pulled off her sneakers without untying them, and Joan kicked off her slippers. They jumped into bed and undressed each other, throwing their shirts, jeans, socks, and underwear onto the floor.
Once they were naked, Joan yelped with delight when Lana threw her down on her back and straddled her. Lana smiled as Joan, who was always the submissive, glanced at her lover coyly.
Lana ran her fingers through Joan's black hair as her mouth moved in closer ... closer ... closer to Joan's neck ...
Joan raked Lana's back with her unpainted nails, and Lana retaliated by biting Joan's earlobe. They took turns breastfeeding and performing cunnilingus on each other. Joan squirted her juice onto Lana, rubbing it all over her white flesh and using her frazzled red hair as a cum-rag.
Lana got off by tickling Joan's smooth brown skin, especially the 5-foot beauty's tiny feet and toes. Joan laughed, deep and throaty, but was too weak to stop the torture ...
In time, the lovers had their fill of dancing horizontally. Lana lied on Joan's bed, her arm around the Latina, who rested on Lana's chest. The redhead took in her surroundings: There was a TV and a phone on Joan's bureau, and a chair in the corner with stuffed toys on it, but no signs of her being a pastor's daughter ...
Joan rang her fingers around one of Lana's breasts, thinking that her white skin and pink nipple were such a beautiful combination of colors ...
"You're nothing like your mother," Lana said.
"And I don't plan on it."
"She might groom you to be her heir."
"Not gonna happen," Joan said. "How long have we been sneaking around?"
"About a year or so. Why?"
"Nothing ..."
"What's wrong, love?"
"That's just it ... I love you, Lana. Ever since that day when ... well, you know ..."
Lana kissed Joan's forehead. "I love you, too,
Poca
."
Joan shuddered. "Ooh, I love it when you call me that," she squealed.
"I'll call you anything you want if we could be together ... out in the open ..."
Joan sighed. "I don't know ... Mother has such a stranglehold on this town. The women at her services ... they give me the creeps ... I don't want us to end up like them."
"Me, too, but we have to tell your mom ... She needs to lighten up and get with the times. If nothing else, there's always that vibrator that I've been working on. She could be the first to try it. I'm sure it'll change her mind."
"I don't know ..." Joan sat up and faced Lana. "Besides, if we tell her, then she'll disown me and kick me out."
"We're on our thirties, Joan—we can handle this. Hell, let's just move in together."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
Joan's lips broke out into a big smile. "Let's do it."
The lesbian lovers embraced. They made out and fucked again, after which they fell into contented sleep in each other's arms ...
•
They were awakened by the sound of the bedroom door crashing in. The women immediately woke up and screamed. Into the room walked six of the pastor's parishioners.
And then in walked Pastor Jill.
"Mother!" Joan said, fumbling out of bed and doing a poor job of trying to keep eye contact and pick up her clothes. "What are you doing home?"
Pastor Jill walked over to a teddy bear that Joan kept on her chair. She pressed its back, and the toy emitted a whirring sound.
"Was ... was that a camera?" Lana asked.
"You were spying on me?" Joan asked.
The pastor crossed her arms over her chest. "I had my suspicions, and from the looks of it, you need to beg The Deity for forgiveness."
"But—"
Joan's mother held up a hand, and Joan ceased her protest. The older woman glared at Lana, who hid her body under the covers. She pointed to her and said, "Guards, seize this vile, filthy creature and her clothes! Have her dress and take her to The Temple! She shall pay with her identity for defiling the sanctity of this worshipful house!"
