Ana Gets Pyked
by Diego Royo - Copyright 2016
In the confession booth, Ana waited for Father Murphy to hear her confession. Her yellow summer dress on her dark, Hispanic body was a pretty contrast. Cork-wedged heels and open toes with rings made her feel sexy, and sinful. This wasn't her usual attire. But it was very hot this summer in New Mexico.
The church was worse. The downtown Catholic church of Immaculate Conception was a beautiful building, but the air conditioning was not working at all. She began to sweat as she waited. She was the only one in the church, and sighed as she looked through Facebook on her phone. It was like seeing her fake life. Good friends and family, professional and prissy, all affluent and influential in politics. The Rodriguez Dynasty, from Santa Fe to Los Cruces, her familia was everywhere.
"Father Murphy?" she called out. No answer.
Murphy was the most handsome priest she had ever known. British accent, sexy, slim, and strong. The James Bond of the Catholic Church. Thinking of him in bad ways made her so wet. She wanted to touch herself, but such thoughts were forbidden.
"I confess to almighty God
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have greatly sinned,
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done and in what I have failed to do,
through my fault, through my fault,
through my most grievous fault;
therefore, I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin,
all the Angels and Saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God."
"I'm going to drive you down, and drive you hard," he had told her.
She awoke suddenly in a cold sweat, both terrified and horny, hair disheveled and clinging to her face. It took a moment to realize she had overslept. Saturday night and no date.
Every Saturday Ana went to confession. And every time she came close to undressing in the booth and asking for Father Murphy to help her satisfy her burning lust. She wanted to seduce him. To make him sin with her.
A single Hispanic woman in Albuquerque with a high-paying career in administration. What was she doing in her apartment? She showered, dried, and then walked around her apartment naked, enjoying the naughty feel of it. Then she sat on the couch, spread her legs, and touched herself. But she could not overcome her anxiety about masturbating. Touching herself only made it worse.
She put on black G-string panties, then a simple black skintight tube dress barely covering her firm ass. The dress hugged her 32C tits with the tops of them trying to burst out, no bra needed. With her glasses on, she still looked sexy as hell once she put on black, open-toed high-heels. The anklet, toe-rings, and leather choker with diamond studs were last, and they glittered in the light as she checked herself out.
She thought of Tom Hardy bending her over and fucking the shit out of her. Despite once being at his mercy, vulnerable and alone, he had not taken advantage of her as she had hoped he would.
"Your dad and I were friends, little girl. I told him I'd look out for you. Though I will not deny I would fuck you six ways from Sunday, girl."
Tom Hardy had been a gentleman despite his lustful stares and arousing words. Just thinking of him made her horny. Between Father Murthy and his perfect, slim, muscular young body, and Tom Hardy's powerful, bearish strength, she did not know which one she wanted more. Maybe both at the same time?
She went to a local pub where she lived and found a stool and listened to the band. All the single men noticed at her at once, of course. But she made no eye contact. She didn't know what she was doing, and was too shy to flirt.
Throughout the night, a few men asked if she wanted a drink, or to dance, or asked for her number. She turned them all down. Until someone she knew from her job appeared, and she felt a chill go up and down her spine.
John Paul Pyke, a System Administrator she had just laid off. She had been intimidated by him, as he was not your normal, geeky IT guy. She and HR staff had met with him, served his layoff papers, and told him of his options. He had not been even slightly phased as he began asking difficult questions. Even the HR people were intimidated, and he had them all stuttering their answers in the end. He smelled their fear. He filed a grievance after the layoff and made a case for it being unjustified. It would amount to nothing, as she and her team could fire whoever they wanted, however they wanted, regardless of policies.
But this man had a cunning intelligence, and he worked out. Body and mind in perfect harmony. His blue eyes were fire, his black hair curly and absurdly beautiful, and his muscles bulged with masculinity. Despite his suit and tie attire, he seemed like a man who had come here from ancient Britannia, once a chieftain of a tribe. He always had a sardonic look. A black goatee only enhanced his charm.
She failed to turn from staring at him in a timely manner, and he saw her. Shit! Her bunny instincts told her to flee the alpha wolf at once.
"Ana Rodriguez, how interesting," his voice came as he blocked her from leaving the stool and fleeing. "Lay anyone off today?"
She tried to push him away and run. But he leaned into her, his surprisingly sweet breath on her face. "You are beautiful, as well as vicious."
"Mr. Pyke, this is inappropriate."
"As inappropriate as you fucking Dwayne?"
She froze. "He told you?" she demanded, feelings of rage and shame washing over her like cold water.
"Why yes, the dumbass took pictures of you naked with his phone. I managed to copy them before my admin privileged were revoked. You don't layoff IT people for no good reason, without there being consequences."
"That's illegal!"
"Is it? Well, I'm just exercising my white, male, cisgender privilege, little Chicana."
And then he proceeded to speak flawless Spanish as his hand fell on her thigh, and slowly moved up it beneath her dress. "You owe me."
"I owe you nothing!" she tried to shout, but it came out mousy and pathetic. She began trembling.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch. You could have saved my job and listened to reason, but you just did what you were told."
"It's my job."
"No it's not. The university is a public institution. You had a legal duty to obey its policies. But she spat on them instead to keep your own job. You have no idea the holy hell-storm I will bring down on UNM. The governor was waiting for you idiots to slip-up."
He proceeded to whispers damning details about other UNM staff that was distracting her from the tense, and sexually arousing situation. The idea of this man revenge-fucking her made her wet. But her job was also on the line with the kind of information this bastard had.
"Are you bragging, Mr. Pyke? Is that it? You know as soon as I can I will inform my colleagues of your plans."
