Chapter 15

Kaylee’s mom heard her phone buzz. She picked it up and saw that it was the notification she’d been waiting for with no small degree of trepidation—another text message from her missing daughter. She opened it with a mixture of dread and excitement.

HI MOM AND DAD! GOOD NEWS! I’M A WOMAN NOW!

Her mouth fell open as she looked at the photos. There was Kaylee dressed in a school uniform, kissing a teenaged boy. Another girl was in the next photo, but her face was obscured. The three of them undressed each other and the two girls sucked the boy’s penis. It was huge! Her daughter’s hand looked tiny on the thick shaft.

She looked at all the photos and there was no denying it—she was becoming aroused. The photo of the boy’s big dick penetrating her little girl was ... riveting. She stared and stared at it, unable to look away.

Now that her husband had gone back to Wisconsin, she had the room to herself. Kaylee’s mother lay back on the bed. She took off her panties and began to masturbate as she slowly looked through all the photos again. She reached orgasm before long.

“No way,” she thought as she lay there panting. “There is no way I’m going to let that detective see these pictures.” After some consideration, she decided not to share them with her husband, either.

Kaylee and Natalia slept until way past noon the following day. They had showered together in the wee hours after the debauchery in the church, and Natalia had answered most of her questions.

“Were those women really nuns?” she had wanted to know.

“Of course not, silly,” Natalia had answered. “They were hookers dressed as nuns. They were paid as much as they would have earned on the street.”

The next question was one that had been troubling her since she and Natalia had lain face to face on the altar. “When Señor Vásquez shoved his ... thing down my throat, it felt really weird but it didn’t make me gag. How is that possible?”

“It was the cocaine he put on it. Did you notice how it made your mouth numb when you licked it off Carmen’s nipples? It does the same thing in your throat.”

“Oh, that’s another question—am I going to be a cocaine addict now?”

Natalia laughed. “Do you think I am a cocaine addict? Do you see me or Carmen using cocaine all the time?”

“Um, no...”

“Don’t worry. If you only use it on rare occasions like we do, you won’t become an addict.”

The effects of the cocaine had long since worn off by the time they got in bed. The girls were exhausted and slept deeply for ten hours straight. Carmen well knew that teenagers need plenty of sleep, and she made sure they were not disturbed.

Eventually, though, Natalia got up to relieve herself. When she returned to bed Kaylee was awake.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she said.

They kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, but eventually they got dressed and made their way to the kitchen. Kaylee had yet another question while they were eating.

“How does Señor Vásquez know so much about the mass? How did he know where to find everything in the sacristy?”

Natalia looked at Carmen, who nodded. “Señor Vásquez was an altar boy in the cathedral, and then he studied for the priesthood when he was a young man.”

Kaylee nearly spit out her hot chocolate. “Señor Vásquez studied to be a priest?”

“Yes, but it was not his choice. His parents forced him into it. He hated every minute of the training and left as soon as he could. It’s a big reason why he despises the church now.”

When they’d finished eating, Kaylee glanced at the newspaper on the table. She couldn’t read much of it, but she did notice the date.

“Oh my god! Today is March first? My birthday is in one week.”

“That’s so exciting!” said Natalia. “You’re going to be fifteen!”

“Fifteen?” thought Carmen. That set the wheels turning in her mind. She had an idea to share with Señor Vásquez.

In the meantime, there were other scenes to be shot. They all needed rest after the late night in the cathedral, but the next day it was back to work.

Hence, the following day found the girls once more in school uniforms. They were back at the same high school were they had filmed the locker room scene, this time in one of the classrooms. Carmen was dressed as a nun again.

“Here’s the scenario,” said Señor Vásquez. “Carmen is your teacher, and you girls are in after-school detention. When she leaves the room, you two start to fool around. She comes back and catches you and, well, the three of you can work out the rest.”

A few minutes later when the cameras started rolling, Carmen is seated at the teacher’s desk pretending to grade papers. Kaylee and Natalia are writing diligently in their notebooks. They look prim and proper in their school uniforms, but undeniably sexy.

One camera zooms in on Kaylee’s notebook. She’s writing, “I will not talk in class,” over and over. She has nearly filled the page. The camera moves on to Natalia’s notebook. She’s writing, “No hablaré en clase.” Her page is almost full as well.

Carmen stands up. “Keep working, girls. We have thirty more minutes.”

“But Sister Carmen,” Natalia whines. “My hand is so sore.”

Carmen picks up a ruler and slams it down hard on the desk in front of Natalia. “How dare you talk back to me you insolent child! If you do that again, I will use this on you.” She brandishes the ruler before the frightened girls.

“I must deliver some papers to the main office. Stay in your seats and write. I will be back shortly.”

They watch as Carmen leaves the room, then grin at each other.

“Sister Carmen is such a bitch,” Kaylee says.

“Yes, but she is very pretty for a nun, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Sometimes I imagine what she would be like in bed.”