Hot Sheets by Ray Gordon Page B

the
middle-aged man in a cassock and dog collar, he frowned, wondering
again what he could want. The wedding on Saturday? Whatever it was,
he'd get rid of him, he decided. The last person he needed snooping
around his hotel was a bloody priest! Wandering over to the cleric,
he held out his hand.
    "Good morning,
my name's Hunt, Mike Hunt. How can I help you?" he asked.
    "I'm the
Reverend Hardick. I'm not quite sure how to put this," the holy man
began, shaking Mike's hand. "Haven't I seen you in the local
paper?"
    "No, Father, I
can assure you that you have not seen me in the local paper."
    "Oh, the
likeness is incredible!"
    "Really?"
    "Yes, it's
amazing. Anyway, a man came to confession."
    "Oh, yes?"
Mike said, waving at the chair, inviting his visitor to sit. "What
about it?"
    "He told me
that he'd committed a terrible sin."
    I commit terrible sins daily .
"Obviously, that's why he went to confession."
    "He'd
committed a terrible sin with a girl."
    Lucky sod . "What has this got to do
with me, Father?" Mike asked as he sat facing the priest. "What's
the connection between this man's sin and me?"
    "He said that
he'd been here, to your hotel. He's a plumber and..."
    Bloody hell . "Er... I'm sorry, I'm not
with you."
    "Oh dear, this
isn't going to be easy. You see, as a man of the cloth, I have to
be very careful. The plumber... he said that he came here to repair
a burst pipe and... well, he had sex."
    "Did he? This
is the first I've heard of the alleged act of wanton filth. I'm not
surprised he went to confession. He should be sent to burn in the
eternal fires of hell for his debauchery!"
    "He said you
were there, in the room when he..."
    "I'll have him
done over for slander, suggesting that I'm a voyeur! Roughed up and
flogged, even."
    "He was quite
serious."
    "I think he
must have been having you on, Father," Mike laughed nervously. "A
plumber having sex with a girl in my hotel? He was definitely
having you on."
    "No, he
wasn't. I was wondering whether I could... as you'll appreciate, in
my position, it's not easy to..."
    "What are you
trying to say?"
    "I'd like to
spend some time with the girl."
    "Oh, I see!"
Mike gasped in surprise. "Jesus fucking Christ! Sorry, I mean...
word travels fast."
    "There is a
girl, then?"
    "Yes, there
is. But I really don't think that... what about God?"
    "What about
Him?"
    "He'd be upset
if you interfered with a girl's privates."
    "It's all
right, I won't tell Him about it."
    "Hell hath no
fury like a God scorned, Father, you should know that."
    "He'll
understand my carnal weakness. Please, would it be possible for me
to see her?"
    "What sort of service is it that you require, exactly?" A blow job?
    "I just want
to look at her. I haven't seen a naked woman for twenty-odd years.
I just want to look, to admire the beauty of the naked female
form."
    "Well, I
suppose that can be arranged. When did you have in mind?"
    "Er... I have
a funeral later, so now, if it's possible."
    "All right,
wait there and I'll see what I can do."
    Slipping into
the foyer, Mike pictured the priest gazing at Trudie's vaginal
crack as she stretched her outer pussy lips apart and displayed her
intimate pink flesh to God's servant. Bet he'll want her to wank
him off, he mused, imagining the priest's spunk haloing the air and
baptising his cassock.
    "Ah, Cecilia,
you're still here," he smiled as the young woman emerged from the
understairs cupboard clutching her panties. "I thought you'd gone.
Why have you taken your panties off?"
    "They're
sopping wet."
    "Oh,
right."
    "I... I
overheard you and the priest."
    "Oh!
Er..."
    "I'll oblige,
if you'd like me to."
    "Oblige?"
    "Show him the
beauty of the naked female form. My naked female form is very
beautiful."
    "Mrs
Squeezeasy! You didn't mention during your oral CV that you're a
prostitute!"
    "I'm not a
prostitute! It's just that I'd like to show the priest my naked
body. As you know, I need money. How much would I get?"
    "Well, I'm not
sure. As he only wants to look at you,