Episode 218: SECRET SERVICE

“Time to get down to BUSiness!”

Monet Belmont joined her roommates in walking out to a shuttle bus reserved for the girls of Hill House, each of the four dorms having a bus of their own. Keeping the boys off on their own was simply a formality until their parents had gone on home. Once their exit strategy was freed up that judgment day would lapse. After services today many of those families would leave their babies behind and under the care of Golgotha. Big mistake, but oddly enough most students graduating here were placed in well to do locations with a sizable income. Fucked up but greedy amongst 80% of those in the caravan. The church getting ten percent of their dues like a tithe was worth the fun they had and continued to explore. Someday Heaven would come crashing down on these blasphemers. It did on Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker. God would eventually put his foot down. Until then, the game was still a foot. Drumroll please!

Laughing, the girls of Hill House dared to playfully cram into bus seats to share with closest friends. Monet with Holly Waterston sat on the laps of their cutesy roommates Olive Branch and Kari Cartwheel. Some less playful found the squealing roommates annoying, others keeping mum to avoid friction. Such case was April Lambert who took a seat right across from the hellcats with her friend Minerva White a stunning African America beauty with weave of gold. Minerva was riveting in a black and grey dress that like Monet had sheer lace on the shoulders. It took a minute for Monet to connect the dots over similar attire but hopped off of Kari’s lap and moved across the aisle to plop down onto April.

“What are you doing Belmont?”

“Saying hi to my soul sister.” She pointed at Minerva who sneered playfully, “Love the dress, if not for color we would look alike.”

“Racist much?”

“The dress silly. Not your skin. Nice skin though.” Minerva’s legs were gorgeous. “How did I miss you in the showers?”

“Because I beat you wenches down there and took mine while you pawed up Kimberly.”

“So, you know Kim?” Monet located the overly petite shy girl seated with goth girl Phebe Pierce three rows up.

“Not really! Just by a first name. I’m Minerva.”

“Hey Minnie!” Monet chuckled, “Bumpy bottom.” She hopped up and down on April to a groan. “I bet your seat is fluffier.” Moving over she sat on Minerva to a huff that led to laughter. “Definitely softer. Shear those sheep LAMBert.”

“Bite me!”

“Where are you from Minnie?” Monet shifted her back to the bus window then extended her legs over April’s knees. “Ahhh! Much better!” Her roommate easily saw up Monet’s skirt to realize she was not wearing panties. Kari Cartwheel just lowered her head and prayed for the blonde.

“Jackson, Mississippi! You’re right April, she is crazy.”

“You’re bragging about me Lambskin? So sweet!”

“Stop with the silly names already.” April was getting grumpy.

“I kind of like Minnie.” Minerva kept April from adding to her bitter attitude, “My grandma calls me that. I’m good with Minnie.”

“Cool! Nice to meet you, Minerva.” The girl just had to point at Minnie out of curiosity. “Boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

“Neither, but I have my eyes open.”

“Thighs open?”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s how you learn which guy or girl is worth your beauty. My Aunt Piper tells me that. Aunt Breanna too. Bree is into girls. Asian at the moment. Selby is sooo hot!”

“TMI, Belmont!” April was losing her patience when their dorm monitor Terri Studweiller stepped on the bus to perform a head count.

“Count your head too, Terri.” Monet raised her voice. A few chuckles were heard but most of the girls didn’t even know the blonde giant was half and half, big boob job, big penis. The transgender was so identity lost at the moment. SHe felt a woman but losing that penis was just too terrifying still, so there in itself was herM drama.

“Take a real seat Monet. Don’t make me write you up.” The bus driver, an older black man busted up in his seat. He knew exactly what Monet’s jest alluded to. “Be nice, Floyd or I won’t sit on your lap after services.” Not that Floyd Moot would let herM. He was happily married and straight as an arrow. Not to mention he knew Terri was packing for a trip he didn’t care to make any stops for.

“Fine!” Monet dropped her legs in front of April and playfully teased Minerva’s weave. “We’ll flirt later. I’ll find you a hot guy to play with too.”

“Don’t! I know who I want.”

“Who be that?”

“I can’t say.” She blushed. “Just leave me out of your insanity. We can be friends but I’m not as open as you are.” Hooking the girl’s cleavage Monet winked and peered down at her healthy 38C’s.

“Could have fooled me.” April swatted Monet’s hand resulting in Monet swatting her knuckles right back. So did Minerva, catching April off guard. “See? Easter Funday is on my side. Sit with us at the chapel Minnie.”

“Maybe!” That blush was fading fast once a new arrival showed up. Climbing into the bus was Eliza Round, daughter of Paster Robert Round. Dressed to kill in angelic white, the Princess checked with Terri on their numbers. All accounted for Eliza motioned Terri to take herM seat behind Floyd. From there she spoke up toward her girls.

“Good morning, ladies. Are we ready to put our hearts into the Almighty?” Looking directly at Monet, Eliza pointed with a sneer. “Don’t even say it.” Laughter rose at shutting Monet down. “The almighty is not putting anything other than love into us.”

“OHHHBADIAH!” Monet coughed into her hand. That resulted in silence from the girls around her. Eliza shook her head grinning from ear to ear. It was a fact; her boyfriend Obadiah had put his almighty beast into her before the alarm clock had even rung. Obadiah’s boys in their dorm rooms were loving the wakeup call of Eliza’s orgasms. Special privileges for the Pastor’s daughter. Odd how Minerva sank into her seat at hearing Obadiah’s name. Monet did happen to notice her reaction and froze in expression. “So, that’s who Minnie is crushing on. Yikes! I better stay out of that one, I love Eliza.”

Eliza finalizing things patted Floyd’s arm and took her seat beside Terri. The ride wasn’t horribly far but the sudden silence seemed forever. Thoughts were all they had. Their secret and serving them well.

Golgotha Chapel!

“What a beautiful day.” Mona Belmont arrived and found parking closer than expected. The reason being, her new bestie Greta Round had reserved parking next to her car in the Camel Lot as she called it. Biblical jest on the Round’s part. On a sign at the head of that spot was a note taped to it saying, “MY BESTIE!” in capital letters, Sharpie version!

“Awww! Greta is so amazing.” Parking she had to take a cell picture of it and send it to her husband Rex. Even after the insanity of last night at the hotel winery bar, Mona was feeling good. By all rights she should be repenting for her albeit slutty deeds, but Greta and Sonya Waterston were so much fun that she couldn’t resist a bit of mischief. A fantasy roleplay that she and Rex had often did back in Atlanta was enacted here in Raleigh, minus Rex. Bad Mona! Bad! And you bitched at Monet for her risqué acts! Truth be told Mona was having the time of her life. Although she missed Rex this detour was just what she needed.

Leaving her car and locking up she found an escort waiting in the form of the pastor’s son Chase Anthony Round. Dressed to impress in a designer suit of caramel overtone and a deep brown shirt and tie he waved at her and sprinted that last forty feet to greet her. “Morning Mrs. Belmont. You look lovely today.”

“Why thank you Chase. You are quite dapper yourself.”

“Comes with the territory. Dad wouldn’t let me wear just anything on Sunday’s. Mom asked me to usher you in, you’re sitting with us up front.”

“Isn’t that reserved for family and Deacon’s?”

“One side yes. But mom considers you family, so welcome.”

“That’s so very sweet. Lead the way my handsome escort.” With a winning smile Chase walked her in. Greeted at the door by a pair of young men, one was recognized instantly. Offered a pamphlet to share in today’s service Mona greeted the boy with charm. “Hello Matthew!” Front desk greeter at the Vineyard Inn.

“Hi, Mrs. Belmont.”

“You remembered my name.”

“You remembered mine.” He grinned.

“Where’s your girlfriend Joanie?”

“Good recall! She’s helping Ms. Diedre prepare the choir. Gowns and all! She can’t sing but she volunteers where she can.”

“I see. Well, it was good to see you, Matthew. Maybe we’ll run into one another when I check out of the hotel.”

“I’m off the next two days but you might see Joanie. I’ll be putting finishing touches on my thesis before I graduate on to my new post in Tuscan, Arizona. I can’t wait.”

“What about Joanie? Is she joining you?”

“No. She has a while longer to study here. We hope to have her nearby at least. If not Tuscan, Chase’s dad is trying to line her up in Phoenix.”

“Aww! Matchmaker!”

“Made in Heaven!” Matt chuckled. “God bless!”

“You too, Matthew.” Chase nodded at Matt then led Mona indoors. The cathedral was gorgeous in its candelabras and stained-glass windows. Even the pews were made of glossy cherry wood. Formerly holding a maiden name of Cherry, herself, Mona felt right at home.

“Right this way.” Chase led her around the sidelines as the filling auditorium eyed her and almost hissed at her being so pampered. The wealthy always had the good seats. Still, Mona was cordial in waving at Joe and Donna Cartwheel, the parents of Miss Piggy. Oddly, seated with them was Ethan Biggsby, the father of the twin Smart Hulk’s the Biggsby boys. He simply smiled wondering where his twin sons were. Their bus should have been here by now. Even Ethan knew his boys were ready to be rid of him and he was feeling rather down in the dumps. That is until a certain redhead named Sonya Waterston and her date Gavin Branch took the seats next to him. Breaking into a sweat at Sonya’s long silky legs and short skirt he had to look away. God! She smelled incredible! Gavin dressed in a blue suit complimented her teal dress. A hand on her thigh only complicated Ethan’s heartrate. Looking away was not as easy as he thought. Scooting over was his only solution, leaving a spot between he and Lilith! In his mind!

Front row seat pointed out Mona sat down where Greta had her shawl and purse. Chase asking if she needed anything else Mona waved him on. “Go enjoy the day. Thank you, Chase.” A warm smile Chase was off. THANK GOD! He wanted to head the shuttle busses off at the pass and see both Monet and April. With the back pews planned out for the newest students Chase wanted his freedom. Temporary on his part his father requested he sit up front to the far right of the pews to the right of the aisle. Enjoy it while you can son.

Alone for a spell Mona felt honored yet knew scrutiny was glaring her in the back. Raised wealthy it should have been laughable, but her heart was often in the right place. Her father Senator Lane Cherry making a sizable donation to Golgotha and even listed in the service pamphlet with their thankfulness was right out there for all to see. The only thing saving her was their last name. Now that she was married to Rex Belmont her maiden name of Cherry prevented eyerolls. Sure, most folks respected donations in the name of God but quite a few knew that meant buying loyalty amongst thieves in the night. There was always gossip. Always a few naysayers. In the end it was just jealousy.

“Hey, bestie!”

“Greta! Good morning! You sneak! I didn’t even see you coming.” Good thing! It would have been messy. Just ask her husband Pastor Robert about last night which was shared by their adopted Costa Rican cutie slash maid. She was left at home today at least to avoid questions.

“Side door over there.” She pointed behind her. “If you need the bathroom, it’s just through there near Robert’s office. All of that wine last night.” She patted her abdomen alluding to her dress. Ego!

“Your dress is stunning. Not as short as last night, I should know.” Mona whispered. After all she had worn Greta’s dress to the wine bar. It got her into trouble.

“Ordinarily I wouldn’t wear long skirts, but this is Sunday service. Robert insists I look appropriate. Does peach compliment, my hair?” She teased her blazing red locks as she sat down next to her.

“With your complexion you can pull off any color. How do you keep so tan without burning?”

“Luck of the Irish I suppose. In case you were unaware my maiden name is Riley. My family hails from Dublin.”

“I hadn’t noticed. You don’t have an accent.”

“That’s because I’ve lived in the states all of my life. My great, great grandparents moved here in the early 1900’s. My grandfather was a minister himself.”

“Weren’t most Irish immigrants Catholic?”

“Many, yes! My grandfather thought differently is all. Wearing that schoolgirl outfit last night brought back memories.” She snickered, “Did I tell you my great niece is moving here from Dublin? Of course, I didn’t you just became aware of my heritage. Fern is her name, she’s Monet’s age. She arrives in two weeks.”

“That’s wonderful. How long has it been since you’ve seen her?”

“Goodness! I believe she was only 13 the last visit I had with my sister. We’ve kept in touch, however. She and Eliza are avid pen pals by email. I think it’s Eliza that has coaxed her abroad.”

“Will she go to school here?”

“I don’t believe so. Fern is not Baptist. Now she might consider St. Mary’s. If not a student, I’m certain our connections will at least get her a job. To be honest, I don’t think Fern has escaped her worldly bond.” Hearing that made Mona frown at Greta. “I know! I know! I can read your mind.” A playful wink halted Mona’s reminder. “I can’t help it. I put on such a bad example, don’t I. I think that’s what draws me to you Mona. You in ways ground me.”

“I do not! You goaded me into considering an affair. Well, maybe not directly, but you dressed me like a hoochie.”

“You wore my dress so, that makes me one?” A sneer of mischief led Mona to grin sheepishly. “I am one. You know very well that Robert and I are open. I revealed that to you in trust.”

“And I will never betray that trust.”

“Not even to Rex?”

“That one might be hard.”

“Just tell him.”

“We’ll see! Even if I did, I doubt it would matter. He knows our daughter all too well. She would fit right in, which to be honest scares me. I truly do want Monet to go onto good things. Unfortunately, she has that hovering Cherry curse. Which explains her blonde hair when both Rex, Mace, and I have dark hair. My mother and both of my younger sisters are bombshell blondes. I favor daddy the most. That’s been my biggest worry in her going to school so far away. Monet is a bit too openminded. I’ve had to deal with that my entire life. My baby sisters Piper and Bree are both shall we just be honest here, mega sluts. Bree at least is in a solid relationship, although a lesbian. Well, mostly lesbian. I think on occasion she ... anyway!” Greta looks behind them and waves at a few parents then notes the students beginning to pour into the church.

“Here come the new recruits.”

“Can Monet sit up here with us?”

“She can but why not let her mingle and not feel glued to your hip.”

“I do tend to be clingy. Fine! So, who else will be seated here in this very long pew?”

“Eliza and Obadiah will join us once the students are all seated, the other dorm monitors as well. Deidre Cross normally, but today she’s conducting the choir. Our treasurer Michael Rose and his wife Cicily, their daughter Becca.”

“Does Becca go to school here?”

“She’s a teacher actually. Becca is 26 and a graduate here. There she is over there. The one that looks like Olivia Wilde.”

“Olivia who?” Mona was not much for Hollywood to know actresses let alone directors. “I’ll just Google her later. She’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t she?” A wink led Mona to sneer as if reading Greta’s mind this time.

“No! You haven’t.”

“Eliza has. I simply watched.” Tongue razz! “Eliza is bisexual. Becca especially loved Obadiah. It was a threesome. Robert and I simply sat back and enjoyed the show.” Mind blown Mona did not have a response. “You think horribly of us now.”

“I guess I don’t understand how this place stays in business. I don’t want to know any more Greta. I adore you but you scare me. Can I truly trust you to watch over Monet?”

“Of course!” Poker face perfect Mona bought it. By watch over meant watching Mona’s daughter get hammered. The freaks would lie through their teeth every chance they could. “Ah! Here they come.” Introducing the Rose family everything suddenly seemed normal. Lovely people! Becca was a gem.

“Co-mingle as you like.” Eliza Round told her girls. Monet bolting for the boys looked troubling but Eliza and monitor Terri overlooked her. Chase Anthony her target prevented any disciplinary action. The remaining girls primarily huddled together but a few chose to put themselves out there and share pews with boys. Olive Branch and Holly Waterston tracked down Patton Jacobi and Eli Younger, the jocks of the boys in attendance.

After their free-for-all masturbations by cell pics and video last night all of them wanted to face one another in person now. Girls were giddy, guys were for a better word swarming. With roommates of Patton and Eli seeing the pics and videos the girls were definitely in demand. Holly and Patton held hands. Olive and Eli were rubbing it up shoulder to shoulder. To each side of the girls’ attending boys sat eying their legs with sweaty anticipation. Before services were over those legs would be felt up as high as the girls allowed. Certainly, no objections!

Kari Cartwheel visited her folks briefly when she spotted the Biggsby brothers fighting their way into their pew to sit next to their father Ethan. With Ethan seated next to her parents Kari bulged her eyes. Smiling down at her in passing Chet Biggsby paused intentionally in front of Kari, his lap directly in her face. Blushing heavily over seeing a minor erection she hugged her mother’s arm to deviate her focus. Once Chet moved on then his brother Boomer made the same stop. His erection even larger, Chet ran interference toward their father. Kari was feeling the heat between her thighs. Miss Piggy had a frog in her throat.

“I don’t think there’s room for us.” Boomer told Chet while hovering in front of Kari. “Dad? Can we sit the next pew back?” Sighing Ethan waved his boys on, they were giants at 6’3 and hefty in weight. Ethan however did not want to relocate with Sonya Waterston again hugging at his hip now that he had tried to make room for his boys. If his boys would have stayed, he could almost have her in his lap. Oh, well! He let his boys go.

Kari felt pouty over their move and respectfully asked her own parents if she could join friends too. Consent given she hopped up and followed the Biggsby’s. Rather than sit behind their dad the boys blended in four pews back. On the sly Kari joined them and squeezed between them. Even that pew was tight, so she was tightly pressed in between both boys. Behaving in appearance both brothers instantly palmed Kari’s thighs and rubbed them. She in reaction whimpered a bit then found the courage to palm their thighs as well. This was feeling right. OH, SQUIRMY! Froggy again!

“Come with us.” Monet and Chase Anthony found April Lambert and drug her along by hand until locating the resident stud Goddard Albright. Chase was a tad intimidated by the big boy but knew Monet wanted to hook him up with April. This Goddard guy that April was charming didn’t feel as if that might be the case. In moving toward the front at Monet’s encouragement Chase caved into her lead. So much for the back pew action he was hoping for. He just knew Monet was up to no GOoD. Sad! At least he himself didn’t have to admit that was where his father had requested his presence.

“Why are we seated up here?” Chase bluffed them, “Our moms are just one pew over.”

“Live a little Chaser!” Monet whispered playfully. “I want a front row seat for your dad. No panties!” She batted her lashes. Eyes wide Chase shrugged and followed like a lost puppy. In seating she had Chase on her left and coaxed Goddard to her right. This left April to sit on Goddard’s right. As long as she was far enough away from Monet, she felt happy. Giving April a chance to flirt with Goddard he pretty much ignored Monet so that was totally in her favor. For now! “So, Chase Anthony!” Monet gripped his inseam without concern. “Share my shorts with Big Daddy?”

“Yep! He nutted into those after I did.” He chuckled.

“Awesome!”

“Wait! Is that why we’re seated up here?” Nodding favorably with a winning smile he continued with, “You want my dad to see your pussy up close.”

“With your fingers in it.” She nudged him shoulder to shoulder. “You’re going to bring me to climax while he’s giving his message. He message, you massage.”

“Oh, fuck!” He rubbed his knees as if sweaty but perfect teeth shown, “He’s going to love that.”

“Wait until I come to your house for dinner. You haven’t seen or felt anything yet.” She looked around Chase. “Be right back! I better say hi to mom or she’ll ruin everything. Whoa! Who’s that leggy brunette?”

“That’s Becca Rose. She teaches Systematic Theology. That’s her mom and dad next to her.”

“Follow me!” She started to stand then turned to her right and palmed Goddard’s left thigh. “Save our seats. Going to say hi to mom and a hot chick.” April was glad to see her go. Happier even more to see Monet’s hand leave Goddard’s lap. Looking down at it she literally saw his boa constrictor writhing beneath his loose slacks. Eyes wide at how massive his dick was April dared to ease closer. Noting her body heat Goddard grinned at April and welcomed her. it was hard not putting his arm around her. Both being brand new here it was safer not looking like a couple. Riiight!