"Perfect." Jennifer sat back from her computer screen with a certain self-satisfaction. Her head dipping to the side as blonde locks flowed over her shoulder. The logo for the 'Christian Women for Feminism' was finally complete. It had taken a while to work on the picture. She wanted it to be perfect for presentation.
She got up from her computer, moving over towards the mirror in her office. Her eyes looking over the youthful body before her. She had always been told how beautiful she was, from her dirty blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes, her pert breasts, down to her curvy hips - men and women had always complimented her. This was the impetus for the CWF. She was always told how pretty she was, she even used it in her teenage years to get men of all ages to submit to her, it felt natural to use her body for men. It came with a price though, men treated her like an object, a tool. She had power over them, but they never respected her. Men had even gone to great lengths to justify the bible calling her nothing but an object for their pleasure!
Thankfully, she had found feminism in college. She knew that the bible was just being interpreted wrong. There were passages about the wisdom of women, their spirit, and courage all over the bible. It was true that they should bend to their husband, but they were not sex slaves nor lustful objects! She continued to look at herself in the mirror. Though it had been so sexy using her body to manipulate those men.. To see how hard their cocks could get and then use her pussy to.. It could even be fun to let them impregnate her.. She shook her head. She needed to get those thoughts out of her mind, she was not that person anymore.
The buzzer for the door chirped, pulling her from her thoughts. With a shake of her head, the woman stepped away from the mirror and headed upfront. She stopped in her tracks at the front door when her eyes took in the man who was waiting. He was... beautiful. There was no other way around it. His short cut black hair, broad shoulders, and muscles. He looked like an Adonis, it felt like a light glowed around him. She opened the door, her voice barely able to come to her,"We..welcome to the Christian Women for Feminism.. Ca.. Can I help you?"
The roguish man smiled at her reaction, apparently used to it. He nodded his head, "Yes, I am very interested in what you do. I read your article in the paper and wanted to discuss your ideas and thoughts." He pushed the door open and moved past her without asking, making his way into the lobby, "It is not often that I see women of the faith try to advocate for liberal ideas like feminism."
Everything about the man seemed perfect, he even smelled divine. She had to shake the thoughts from her head as she focused on his words, "That is exactly the type of thinking that we want to fight. The bible does have a role for women and men, but women can be independent and strong spirited." The passion rising from within, "It doesn't mean that we need to be objects."
A soft chuckle and smile from the figure. His arms crossing in front of him as he leaned against the wall. It would almost come off as condescending if he wasn't so damn sexy, "But the bible doesn't seem to support your hypothesis. It speaks about women being quiet in church and not being teachers."
Jennifer was quick to jump in, "Oh no. That was in relation to the Church of Corinth! The women had become rowdy. It was never meant as a guide to all women." She could feel her cheeks burn, she had just countered him. She could feel her pulse race with this man. Why was it so hard to focus on the conversation? She was getting so wet.. She wondered how big his cock was as he spoke.
