Chapter 1

Jillian couldn’t help but grin when the idea struck her.

It was wrong - she knew that. It was wrong, and a little bit naughty ... but the priest deserved it. That, she was sure of.

And so she slowly, deliberately turned her back on the old Irish man, and slowly began pulling the hem of her skirt up.

As the fabric crept up her backside, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She wanted to turn around and see his reaction, see if he’d noticed - but that could wait.

Jillian had been raised Catholic, and so she knew all the rhetoric - lusting after a woman was as bad as sleeping with one, and by now a lifetime of lust had surely built up in the old man. She was going to make him sin - and he totally deserved it.

The angry splutter she could hear told her that the priest had certainly noticed her actions, and after a brief glance around to make sure that there was no one else within sight, Jillian surprised even herself by reaching around and pulling down her panties.

From where he was sitting, she knew he’d be able to see everything - the curve of her butt, a slight peek of brown-eye. She even bent over slightly, so that as well as her ass (which she knew was her best feature) he’d be able to see her pussy.

That’d show him.

The carriage had been completely empty when Jillian had entered. She was on the train into town, heading to an interview for a new job. It was a position in accounts for Buzz, the new energy drink that had sprung up overnight. It was supposed to be a great office - just like her, everyone was in their mid-twenties.

She was dressed formally for the interview, but one of the perks of the Buzz offices was a much looser dress-code. Jillian had no real objection to wearing office-wear, but the prospect of a more relaxed working environment held quite a lot of appeal.

The skirt, she hadn’t been entirely sure about, but her roommate Jeff had assured her that she looked great, and so she’d decided to take the chance.

Some kind of track problems had caused two trains on the same schedule to arrive within a few minutes of each other, and so Jillian had taken the mostly-empty one, to give her some space to clear her head. She’d sat by the door, mentally going over some practice questions when the priest had entered.

“Excuse me,” he’d said in a thick Irish accent. “This seat is designated for the elderly.”

Jillian had looked up, confused. They were alone in the carriage.

“Are you serious?”

“Now listen to me, young missy: Rules exist for a reason.”

The Irish man looked like he was ninety years old, and he spoke with a fiery passion that left Jillian quite unnerved.

“Um...”

“Move it!” he barked, and Jillian jumped, and got up immediately.

That was when she’d realized what she had to do. So some religious old man wanted a power trip. Well, two could play at that game.

She was directly across from the seat that had been hers just a few minutes ago. Slowly, she turned around and lifted her skirt up, leaning up against the wall as she lowered her panties. When she heard the angry noise of the priest noticing what she was doing, Jillian couldn’t resist looking back over her shoulder to see his reaction.

He was furious.

Good.

“Like what you see?” she cooed, wondering what had gotten into her. It wasn’t like her to antagonize anyone, let alone a stranger ... but the priest’s entitled attitude had really irked her, on a day she needed her confidence more than ever.

“Ye have no idea what you’ve gotten into...” the priest replied darkly, and begun muttering in what sounded like an ancient language - Latin, or something similar. He just sat there, staring at her ass for what felt like a minute, speaking the foreign tongue - almost chanting, at times.

Immediately regretting her rashness, Jillian wanted nothing more than to pull up her pants and leave, but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t - she stood still, frozen in space, exposing herself to the old man until he finished his soft utterances.

When he was done, Jillian turned bright red, covered herself and walked down the train until she couldn’t walk any further.

It’s okay, she told herself. He was just trying to freak you out. The old perv just wanted to throw your confidence. Well, that isn’t going to happen - not to Jillian Sarin. You are a confident, beautiful young woman ... and what’s more, you’ve got a fantastic ass. With a smile, she lightly spanked herself. She was going to rock this interview - she just knew it.

“How’d it go?” Jeff asked as soon as she walked through the door.

“They offered it to me on the spot,” Jillian said. She felt like she was glowing - the rest of her trip had been uneventful, and she’d taken the chance to continue building herself up - she’d left the train brimming with confidence. Meeting her new future co-workers had been a breeze, and the interview had been the best she’d ever had.

She was particularly impressed with herself for not letting the strange encounter with the priest shake her - if anything, the confident way she’d retaliated had only confirmed how capable she was of taking control of any situation.

“The skirt was a great choice,” she added. No one had said anything about it, but as soon as she’d entered the room, she’d noticed it getting the attention of the two men interviewing her. On the way out, she’d even made a flimsy excuse to bend over slightly, just so he could get a better look at her ass.