On the Corner and In the Pew

 

            Cassandra stood on the corner with ten of her fellow prostitutes, as the evening had begun to grow dark, she watched as most of the other girls climbed into cars as each vehicle approached the corner. Finally, a car approached her, called out for her company, invited her to climb in and visit a local motel with him. When asked about her fee for one hour of her time, she communicated that one hour of her time would cost him two hundred dollars, as they spoke, she realized that the man looked very familiar, and within minutes she recognized him as the pastor of a local mega church.

               Within twenty minutes of driving, he parked the car, walked to the office to rent a room, while Cassandra waited for him to return. When she saw him emerge from the office, she exited the car, met him on the walkway that led to the motel rooms, offered him a sweet smile, followed him into the room, and she requested payment before they started interacting.

               When the door closed behind them, she immediately began removing her clothing to lay them on the chair near the desk, she slipped the money into her shoe and turned to face the man who was also removing his clothing, holding a condom and eager to get started. “I was thinking you should start with some oral activity before we begin,” he said. Following his instruction, she dropped to her knees, and followed his direction.

               Cassandra then climbed on the bed on her hands and knees and could see him sliding the condom onto himself in the reflection on the glass of the cheap artwork on the opposite wall. He then knelt behind her and began his adulterous behavior for about twenty minutes to then climax and release an audible groan. “I need to go take a shower,” he said, “you can join me if you like.”

               “No, thank you, I’ve done all that I plan to do today,” she said. “I’ll get dressed while you clean up and then you can give me a ride back to the corner.”

               After ten minutes of listening to the shower run, Cassandra quickly dressed and waited for the hypocrite to return and get dressed to receive a ride back to her corner. “Thank you for the ride back,” she said, “will I see you again some time?”

               She climbed out of the car, joined the three girls that remained at the corner since her departure, and felt sick at the hypocrisy of the ‘supposed man of God’. She watched him drive away and then fell into friendly dialog with another girl who was still waiting for a customer.

Midnight came around and Cassandra and the three girls returned to their apartments to get enough sleep to be rested for the following morning. Upon returning home, Cassandra took a shower, slipped into comfortable pajamas, and immediately fell asleep to be wakened the next morning as a great deal of activity was happening in the apartment from her five roommates.

               She crawled from her bed, shuffled into the kitchen, found a bowl and filled it with breakfast cereal to join her roommates at the dining room table. “I had an interesting customer last night,” she said, “he paid me two hundred dollars for one hour of my time. When he approached me, I recognized him as the pastor of that megachurch on the other side of town.”

               “Eww, that is really messed up,” one of her roommates said, “you can be sure that he is married with children, I wonder what the leaders of that church would have to say about his late-night activities? It’s amazing to me how these men can create a story in their mind that they think justifies their adulterous activity.”

               “Before I went sleep last night, I had a thought,” Cassandra said, “I think we all should go visit that church, sit in the front row wearing mini-skirts without panties, no bras, and clearly visible nipples, I can almost guarantee he will recognize me, which will give us the opportunity to flash him while he is in front speaking.”

               “Yes, that is a great idea,” one of her roommates said, “we need to get him in trouble with the leaders, with his wife, and with his friends, I am definitely interested in joining you to make that visit.”

               “I’ll look up the time that their church service starts and let you all know, if anyone else is interested in coming with me,” Cassandra said, “make sure you wear an outfit that is very revealing which will draw his attention as he speaks, and will turn the heads of everyone else in attendance.”

               Cassandra researched the start time, communicated her findings to her roommates and they rode the bus to arrive fifteen minutes early and made the effort to sit in the front row. After the musical entertainment finished, the pastor walked to the front and Cassandra and her four friends raised their knees to give him a clear view. She watched as his eyes moved across each one of them.

               He spoke for about forty-five minutes, repeatedly glanced in their direction, and approached them when the service was over. He gave his usual friendly smile to each one of them, thanked them for coming and asked each one of them what drew them to this particular church.

               “None of us had any type of religious upbringing,” Cassandra said, “all of us were talking yesterday morning and thought it would be a good idea to try to connect with a church and see if any of them were friendly and inviting.” As she spoke with the pastor, she noticed that all of the middle-aged men, their wives, and the teenage boys gave them a great deal of visual attention. After about thirty minutes of dialog with the pastor, with the elders, and a few other people, the five women left the building, walked to the bus stop and rode back to the bus stop near their apartment.

               “Wow, that was an interesting experience,” Cassandra said, “I would argue that all men are the same and like to look at beautiful, scantily clad women. Also, did you notice the looks of hatred and judgmentalism coming from all of the women there? I had another idea, we should make an effort to reconnect with the pastor, the elders, and do our best to seduce them and video record our interaction.”

               “I really like that idea,” said one of her roommates, “we need to find their names, their addresses, if they’re married and where we can find them and seduce them. Everyone needs to get into research and find these details. Yeah, I get it, we all know that all men are the same, but to put on a public face of being a religious leader and then do stuff like this in secret is seriously deceptive.”

               Three days passed and Cassandra and her roommates found the names and the addresses of those in leadership at the megachurch. “Okay, let’s put together a plan,” Cassandra said, “there are five of us, there are five leaders, so we’ll each take one and develop a plan to seduce them and hopefully record the interaction that can be delivered to the local news stations and anyone else in positions of authority.”

               Being incredibly successful in their efforts, all five women managed to find and seduce the five leaders, record their interaction, and deliver the videos to those who needed to see the behavior of the church leaders. Within two weeks’ time, they began seeing news reports about the five men being removed from their positions of authority at the megachurch and the church was eventually closed with no new leadership.

               “Woo Hoo,” Cassandra said, “we succeeded in exposing what these men have been doing and you can be sure that each of their wives will be filing for divorce. We all need to continue watching what happens, if anything, at the megachurch. I really hope that they close the doors permanently and never re-open.”

               “Oh, I have a friend that is very skilled at hacking into computer systems,” one of her roommates said, “I’ll have him research the internet and watch for divorce proceedings and if anything happens with these men. Now that they have been exposed for their hypocritical behavior, you can guarantee that they will be finding other work not related to religious activity.”

               One month passed, and one of Cassandra’s roommates shared that her friend had uncovered that all five men had been divorced by their wives and were on their way to prison for several years. “Oh, also,” she said, “the megachurch is no longer functioning as a church and has been sold to an adult film company as a location to record more films.”

               “If I remember right,” Cassandra said, “when we visited that one time, there were very few people in the audience, now that they are closed, I’m sure the other people have found other churches to attend. Oh, please have your friend maintain an active history on these five men, where they go, and when they’ll be released.”

               “Yes, that is a great idea,” her roommate said, “I’ll talk to him and keep everyone updated as he communicates what he learns. It is weird that it is considered a megachurch when there were so few people there.”

               Three months passed and Cassandra’s roommate shared that the five men were incarcerated in a prison on the south side of town and would not be released for three more years. “I am looking forward to see what these men do when they are released from prison, what kind of work they’ll go into and if they maintain contact with their former spouses and children,” Cassandra said.

               On the day that the five men were released from prison, Cassandra and her roommates borrowed a friend’s car, drove to the prison main entrance and secretly watched the five men emerge. They crossed the parking lot, climbed into a single vehicle, and were immediately followed by Cassandra and her roommates, giving them the opportunity to see where the five men would live. Thankfully, they traveled to a shared apartment relatively close to Cassandra’s apartment.

               One week after they returned home, one of Cassandra’s roommates received an email from her computer hacker friend, informing them that the five men were making the effort to start another church in an abandoned building in the most derelict part of the city. “Yeah, good luck with that,” Cassandra said, “the chances of anyone interested in listening to them after their years of deception is highly unlikely.”

               One month later, Cassandra and her friends located the new church and found that there was no one in attendance, other than three homeless people. When all activity came to an end, the five girls drove back to their apartment before the pastor and the elders left the building.