Scarlet had been a professional escort for just over a year. After COVID hit, she had lost her job and needed to pay the rent and all of her other bills and so had turned to doing cam shows online to make money. A friend of hers had suggested the idea and she had laughed, but as time went on, it became clear it was her only option. Initially she felt it was something she had to do to survive, but quickly she found herself enjoying the attention she was receiving and the independence of being her own boss and setting her own hours, as well as the feeling of empowerment it gave her. Her name was even perfect for the job and she hadn't even had to change it for her online handle, going by "Sultry Scarlet." The money was good too, she had quickly gained quite the following and lived comfortably alone in her apartment. At 20 years old, with her long blonde hair tied in pigtails and a petite frame with soft perky breasts, she could have passed for a girl a few years younger. She tried not to think too hard about this when pondering why her cam shows had blown up so quickly.
When COVID finally started to ease, her income slowly started to dip. She assumed because there were less lonely, horny people stuck indoors to spend their money to see her show off her tits, or twerk, or masturbate for their enjoyment. When it became clear she couldn't get by on this income alone she spent a good few weeks carrying out research and deciding whether she wanted to take her sex work offline and into the real world. Eventually, she decided to take the plunge and carefully selected her first client, a sweet, gentle older man that had been a regular in her cam show chat room. Now, thirteen months later, she had several regular clients and no longer had any money worries. She took in-calls from her more trusted clients at her apartment and outcalls at a local hotel, the staff were fully aware of what was going on, but turned a blind eye if she slipped them a crisp £20 note after the meeting had concluded.
It was just another normal day for Scarlet, she had a booking scheduled for that evening at 8pm with a new client at the hotel. Earlier in the day she had gone on cam for a couple of hours, gone to the gym and done some promotional work via her social media accounts, but now it was time to get ready for her client. She sat in front of her vanity getting her makeup just right, not too heavy, to allow some discretion to her client and slipped on a nondescript dress. She then packed her clutch bag with her schoolgirl outfit (as requested by the client) along with water, condoms, lube and a couple of toys. She had everything a working girl would need for a satisfactory booking and a very satisfied client. She did always aim to please after all. Her client would be waiting for her in the room, so she headed over to the hotel, smiling and waving to Ruby on the front desk as she entered. Scarlet knew the hotel layout like the back of her hand, taking the lift up to the 2nd floor and finding room 237 easily. She knocked on the door and could hear her client making his way from the bowels of the room. The door swung open and as her eyes met those of her clients, Scarlet's jaw almost hit the floor.
Standing in the doorway was Father Mitchell, the priest from her church growing up. He was wearing brown slacks and a green wooly jumper, underneath was a shirt and the dog collar that made it unmistakable that he was a man of good. He was in his mid-40's with a kind face and a pronounced bald spot. Scarlet stood in stunned silence until the Father spoke.
"Come in Scarlet, it's nice to see you," he took her by the arm, gently leading her inside and inviting her to sit down on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. Scarlet was still in a haze of shock and confusion, but did as directed, suddenly feeling unclean and uneasy.
"So Scarlet, it's been a long time, how have you been?" He smiled warmly at her, and it seemed his question was entirely genuine.
"What....what are you doing here?" Was all Scarlet could muster up in response.
"Well yes, I guess we should get down to business, shouldn't we?" Another warm smile from the man who had baptized the woman now sitting in front of him two decades earlier. "You left the church as a teenager if I remember rightly," he mused, "but in such a small, tight-knit community, word travels fast, Scarlet." She blushed at the implication, how many people knew what she did for a living? "I always like to keep tabs on the members of my flock, even when they may stray, I still view them as my responsibility, just like Jesus taught in the parable of the lost sheep." He chuckled softly, placing his hand on my knee momentarily. "But you're not here for a sermon, this is a business meeting after all, forgive me Scarlet," he continued "when I learnt of your new choice of career, I was concerned, but I had always thought you to be a beautiful young woman and so it hardly surprised me that many men would be willing to pay for your company." He looked her up and down, taking her body in. "While I may be a man of God, I still have earthly needs, needs of the flesh." He licked his lips softly, "And that hunger has been rising as of late, so that, dear Scarlet, is why I am here, and indeed, why you are here."
"You, you want me to fuck you?" Scarlet blurted out, she still couldn't believe what was happening to her, this was all so surreal.
Father Mitchell chuckled heartily "well, I wouldn't have put it so bluntly, but yes Scarlet, yes, I want you to fuck me." Lust filled his eyes as he finished speaking, gently rubbing his thighs, obviously aroused. Scarlet took a moment to think.
"Double," she said, with as much confidence as she could muster.
"Pardon?" The man of God responded.
"If that's what you want, you'll need to pay double." The Father smiled, "Then double I shall pay my sweet little thing, the congregation has been quite generous with the collection plate lately." He guffawed, showing off the warm, caring and humorous man she had known before this evening, before his eyes once again filled with lust and desire. "Did you bring the outfit I requested?" Scarlet nodded, starting to feel more steady and in control. "Then please go and get changed in the bathroom so we may begin, here is your fee." The father reached into his pocket, counting out multiple twenty pound notes and handing them to Scarlet. She tucked the money into her bra before getting to her feet, picking up her bag and heading to the bathroom.
Scarlet stared at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe what was happening to her. Was she really going to have sex with a priest? Her priest? The one that had known her since she was born? That married her parents? Even more unbelievable to her than the situation she found herself in was how wet she was and how hard her nipples were. She slipped her hand into her panties, feeling her slick wetness and softly rubbing, letting out a gentle moan and bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste her sweet juices. She wasn't in control any more, it was her desires that were guiding her and yes, she was going to fuck her priest, she was going to show him God.
She slowly got prepared for the Father, tying her hair into cute pigtails, presenting her long blonde locks in the perfect combination of innocence and purity, but she knew full well just how they would end up being used. She pulled on some black mesh tights and a cute green and black checked skirt. It would be far too short to ever be allowed in any self-respecting school, but for her purposes, it was just the right length. She pulled on a white shirt, tying it up at the bottom to expose her smooth tummy and completing the ensemble with a short green tie. No need for underwear, they would only get in the way She looked in the mirror, admiring herself and checking everything was perfect before walking over to the closed bathroom door. "Are you ready Father?" She mewled erotically. He responded, confirming he was. It was showtime, she swung open the door and walked back into the bedroom.
Father Mitchell was standing in the corner of the room as she entered, swinging her hips as she walked across the room to him, planting a kiss on his cheek as she reached him. She allowed him a moment to take in her outfit, giving him a twirl before dropping to her knees, pouting and giving him the best innocent look she could. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," she said, her voice dripping with arousal.
