When The Fun Stops

[SuthernCumfort]

Arianne Baker
31
Brunette with blue eyes. 5'7 slightly plump. She dressed the part. Long skirts and shirts, sins of the flesh were better left untempted, wore her long hair up in a tight bun and horn rimmed glasses to hide her eyes.

Carried a bag containing a bible, a rosary, and a letter written my her brother.


Okey, you know how it us. When the fun stops. Something has to give. Something always does. Well, when the fun stops, sometimes you find yourself wondering how you got where you are. Who you got there with, and what happened along the way.

Arianne Baker tried to walk the straight and narrow path. She was always doing the right thing, never waivering from what her idea of God was. She lived by the scriptures and lived her life in church. Growing up in Twin Pines, Tennessee, she had never a chance to experience much.

After her brother Mark was killed violently just down from there house one night, she began to wonder about the prescence of God in reality. No one knew what killed him. His eyes were gone, his heart burned, his body untouched.

Not long after that, she took a job in the church parish and soon she found herself on the mean streets of New York. Three months into the job, they sent her on retreat to a place of cleansing. She was not ready for the path it sent her on. A path she could not walk back down or walk away from.

What she found at that little church retreat would scar her for life. She was not ready for what she found, and she was not ready for what happened.

As she walked into the reception area, she noted the clean just polished look of the little building. The man at the desk greeted her with a smile.


"Hi Im Arianne Baker, im from the Holy Chalice Church, this is where I sign in right Mr?" and she blushed. They had not told her that men would be here nor that she would be required to talk to them. She waited for him to give his last name and then she continued.

 

[LadyAria]

"Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day: Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away! " Ursula sang loudly.

Wearing a fade blue dress 20 years out of style, she pushed her motionless husband infront of her. Disappointed he was silent, she pinched the catatonic man's shoulder and chided him.

"Sing, love, your voice sounds so much better than mine."

Looking up, she realized they were not alone. Her pale blue eyes twinkled.

"Blessed day, child of the Lord," she crowed. "We are the Verone's. So good to see the youth joining up with the army of our Lord."

 

[nefarious_pride]

Persis bobbed her head slowly to Evanescence as she delivered the last strokes to her most recent creation. Satisfied, she took a step back and folded her arms across her chest. Of course that smeared the paint all over the t-shirt she wore, but getting dirty was the least of her worries. She would tilt her head to the left, then the right... yeah, it looked good.

She had woken up this day with a picture in mind, it was of a nightmare. Her Nightmare. Dropping her tools she stepped out of her workroom and headed for the bathroom. Humming softly to herself as she was now finally relieved of the horrible essence that came with harboring such dark thoughts. She may not even find anybody to buy that painting, but the fact that it was out of her system was more than just a little rewarding.

Her agent Mirko would be knocking on her door in about ten minutes, he always demanded to see each and every painting as soon as it was done. I want to see it raw... he would repeat. As if it changed after a few hours passed. Either way, he was coming, and if anything, she wanted to at least be clean. Mirko opened her door and let himself in. She was in the living room flipping through channels. "It's in the back" He nodded and walked down the small hallway.

Oh my fucking god..

He was loud enough that Persis had heard him clearly. She just smiled to herself, for she knew he would be very...surprised? no... disgusted? maybe... disturbed? Definately. The work was of a woman, she laid sprawled atop a metal table. Her eyes seemed to be closed in sheer ecstasy, but she was pregnant. Except she had six babies in her and they were ravaging their way through her insides just so they could reach the surface. A mixture of blood and thicker things that are never meant to leave a human's body were seeping out of her abdomen, hanging down the table, and dripping all over the floor. Enough to churn many a man's stomach.

"Oh you squeamish pussy" Persis mumbled.

 

[milfhunter23]

He moved slowly through the crowds of believers his faith was strong if not stronger only his eyes were wide open shut. “ I am happy to see you all it warms my heart to know you’re commitment” he smiled laying hands on people and blessing them he was happy about the turn out. He was dressed in his best clothing he always loved to make a statement. “arriane I am most happy to see you you’re friend described you exactly as you are and it blessing to our community”

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

David trailed along behind Matthew, his hands folded neatly before himself, aside from those few occasions he gave someone a gentle two handed dand shake. He kept a warm, inviting smile on his face, but never spoke. This was not his place to speak, he didn't have the authority...the greetings were left to his leader.

There was indeed a fine turn out, many more than David had expected, and he was pleased by the thought. Also, though he was unsure how he should feel about it, he was especially pleased to see just how many attractive women had arrived. He went out of his way to give most of them an extra long hand shake, a more disarming smile, and the occasional reassuring hand squeeze, being ever the inviting gentleman as his eyes flicked up and down the womens bodies, bringing many an un-gentlemanly thought to his both his mind, and to certain....lower....regions of his own body.

 

[nefarious_pride]

Mirko left only about thirty minutes after seeing the portrait. Not that she was complaining, in fact, she had just noticed the time and with a soft murmur under her breath, she had entered her room to quickly change clothes. Persis had some place to be.

Her choice of attires wasn't a huge contrast to what she had on earlier really. Opting for a pair of jeans and a brown sweater, she was soon on her way to the retreat. Retreat... the newbies called it a retreat, for her it was the home she never got. A smile would curl her lips as she climbed the stairs leading to the main hall one at a time. She wondered who Matthew would victimize this year. Last year's offering had been one of a kind, unfortunately she hadn't been granted permission to really participate. But this year... no... times had changed, and she was looking forward to every second of it.

Fingers were tucked in pockets that were screaming for help as they were already too tight against her own body; eyes drifted around just long enough to notice a few faces here and there, none of which were recognized of course. Finally, Persis reached the hallway and it is then that she saw Matthew and David. There seemed to be a lot more people than the previous year, and the girl stayed behind the crowd watching the two men do what they did best.

Matthew as always, was the pure gentleman, he had a way to make even a fish out of water feel comfortable in his presence. The women were curtseying and bowing their heads whilst he blessed them - honoured. And then... there was David. Persis couldn't help but notice the way his eyes were roaming over the women, the longer-than-necessary handshakes, and those little smiles. She made a hmmm sound before tearing her gaze from him.

The woman Matthew had just greeted also had something peculiar about her. Normally new comers had this curious air around them, something she lacked. From her demeanor, she was definately very... very... proper. Persis chuckled at the sight of such pure innocence. There's no doubt, this year's retreat is definately going to be interesting to witness.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

David continued along with Matthew until, in the process of greeting an especially... interesting...young redhead, he happened to notice Persis through the crowd. With a slight smile, he touched a hand to Matthew's elbow to get his attention, gently detaching himself from the religious leader, and made his way over to her.

Upon reaching Persis, he took one of her hands in both of his, giving a little squeeze and a not-so-little smile. And of course, as he always did when he saw her, he couldn't resist a quick glance up and down the length of her body.

"Persis, dear child! I can truthfully say, its a pleasure as always to have you among us. Truly we, all of us, new comers and returning devotees, are blessed by the precence of a genuine Earth bound angel here walking among us. Have you seen Matthew as yet, to receive your blessing? You certainly look as though you've been blessed."

Yet again, his eyes dropped to the level of her chest, then back to her face. "From the...joyous glow you have about you, of course."

 

[nefarious_pride]

"Persis, dear child! I can truthfully say, its a pleasure as always to have you among us. Truly we, all of us, new comers and returning devotees, are blessed by the precence of a genuine Earth bound angel here walking among us. Have you seen Matthew as yet, to receive your blessing? You certainly look as though you've been blessed."

Persis saw David's approaching form before he made it next to her, but when he did she gave him a rather dry and straight stare. Her tongue would slip out to caress her lips before she turned to the side to look at the assembling people. Her hands were still tucked in her pocket, and for a while there she seemed to be shifting her weight from one foot to the next. Until finally, she turned again and spoke..

"How are you David?"

The question seemed simple enough, but it carried so much weight as if she were really trying to ask him something else. Had she received her blessings? No... she hadn't, but she would do so soon enough. Plus Matthew was more than just busy at the moment. David had always been very polite towards her, that is, as polite as a man of his caliber can get. Her eyes squinted a tad just before she smiled softly, something she didn't do often at all. But it wasn't done because she was flattered, no, rather because David's innuendo was not lost to her.

Persis closed the already short distance between the two of them and did something strange. She went up on her toes, reached up with her right hand, and her index finger slid under his chin very softly whilst her green eyes bore right into his. "Can you stare into a woman's eyes, and her eyes only for a mere five seconds?" She was standing so close to him, curiously, one foot was in between his legs, and she was sure he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

Nevermind they were amongst a bunch of strict christians, nevermind Matthew was but a few feet away from them, nevermind it all. Their position did draw a few stares, but if anything, it was because of the rank David held in the church. He was second in command, the epitome of all that was pure and right and proper... was he not?

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

Having Persis so close to him was maddening for David in the best possible was. The feel of her breath on his skin, the light touch below his chin, chilled him up and down his spine. It had to be apparent to her that he felt a strong attraction to her, and from her actions he had to assume she took a great measure of enjoyment from teasing and tormenting him. As for her words ( "Can you stare into a woman's eyes, and her eyes only for a mere five seconds?" ), they implied she knew what lay inside his mind. Still, caught red-handed as he was, he had to smile down to her.

"Even the purest among us have a struggle at times against our sinful desires. However, I think that yes, I could...for the right set of eyes."

He took a small half step backwards. Partly because her proximity did have such an impact upon him, and partly in case she wished to move on.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Arianne greeted Matthew with a smile, and lowered her head, her blush evident from her cheeks to her bosom. She nodded and spoke slowly, a rush of her accent tangling her tongue.

"I am just fine sir, and am greatly pleased to be on retreat this year. It is so lonely with my brother gone, and having lived for the church for so long, I did hesitate coming" her words seemed to soften as she took in the surroundings.

The old lady wheeling the man in the chair around and about speaking loudly, jostling him once in a while to get a much wated grunt whether of appreciation or approval.

The younger couple, the youthful girl and the darker one, gained her immediate attention. She darted her eyes from Matthew to them and back. Her ears straining to cathc a piece of the conversation. As, the second in command, David? was very touchy feely. Of course, she had no idea how far she would go to find out just why he was like that.

Right now, the matter at hand was Matthew. She wanted to impress him greatly.

"If you please, Matthew, might I be shown to my room, the journey from home to here was exhausting and a rest before dinner would be well enjoyed" she said. Again dropping her eyes. Temptation was borne of the eyes, at least thats what her grandma told her.

 

[milfhunter23]

He nodded his green eyes sparking as he led her to her room taking of his coat he sat down. "it is a pleasure to see you" he says taking into himself a measure of her looks and atitude. he tries to set the room in andapreciate the commitment anfd size of his flock.

he slides into the chari then moves over to the bed offeringher a seat next to him. "I have spoken to youre brother" he leads in a trick he learned from southern style sermons. his hands and eyes distracting her like a magician she is a looker.

 

[nefarious_pride]

Persis watched him pull back from her. "Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life. I hope you find those right eyes soon.. Brother.. David" It was said matter of factly and she let the words roll out of her tongue much like theirs had during their numerous preachings. With that, she slipped past him, they would be talking again soon enough.

From the corner of her eye she had seen Matthew head upstairs with that one woman who stood out from the crowd. Could there be some type of coincidence that he had? Sure he paid attention to his converts, but, not that much..

Persis entered the main hall, it was extravagant. Vast with all sorts of decorations, an altar that'll make the gods themselves smile if they could see it. She took a seat on the right hand corner, people normally chose the very front, closer to the center of attention, but it is not like things could not be seen from the back, they just got greedy. So she sat there, contemplating on a next painting amidst fluttering thoughts of David. Perhaps he will be the recipient of her new painting.

 

[milfhunter23]

he had noticed he had been watched and turned around "im sorry i have to go" he tells her giving her a kiss on the cheek he meets the woman again in the hall. "How has the faith been to you" he asks the woman like many in teh group his has given up the sin of drinking and smoking but still longs for them. he watches her for a moment he cant have people questioning him not yet.

 

[MoonlitKnightt]

David eventually entered the main hall, still ever so slightly reeling from his encounter with Persis. He couldn't place the cause really, but she could always strike him on a level far removed from the other young women who gathered at these events. Near as he could tell, it was due to the fact that he never bore an effect on her, and he was simply vexed at the thought.

Whatever the reason, his thoughts turned from such sinful impulses as the women inspired in him when he saw the hall. As always, it was done up splendidly, giving one a sense of awe without fail. David made his way to the front, smiling and nodding to those who had already assembled, and took his seat back and right of the alter, facing outward. It was his place of honor as an icon of the faith, and he took pride in having attained such a high priveldge; inwardly, he reprimanded himself for that pride whenever he felt it, and shelved the emotion beside his lusts.

With the ever-present smile upon his face, David sat waiting as the congregation... well, congregated...and was anxious to hear Matthew address the room with his words of inspiration to the masses.