My phone rings, waking me up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Clive. It’s Hunter. What the fuck is going on with this Rose chick? She called me last night, cussing up a storm about you fucking her daughter or some shit like that.”

“For fuck’s sake. I went over there to get my tools since I was no longer on that job, and I find her daughter masturbating in the pool. One thing led to another, and Rose walked in on her daughter sucking my dick.”

“Jesus, man. She blew up on me last night, threatening to call the cops for trespassing and the local news, saying we’re operating a male prostitution ring if I didn’t fire you.”

“Get the fuck outta here! Really?” Damn. I scratch my chin. That bitch is out there.

“Yeah, man. We don’t need that kind of shit. I’m not going to fire you—you’re a friend of Barbara’s, and you do good work. Why don’t you take a week off and let things cool down? I don’t know to what lengths she will take this, but it’s best she doesn’t see you coming into the office in the morning or anything like that.”

“All right, Hunter. Sorry, man. I don’t want any problems for you or me.”

“No worries. Let’s just keep a low profile, and I’m sure this shit will blow over. I’m going to go over there today to try to smooth things out so I can finish up whatever is left. I’ll have Darby get with you in a few days to get you scheduled for your next job.”

“Sounds good. Catch you in a few days, Hunter.”

Well, that’s just fucking great.

Guess it’s better to take a few days off than get fired.

As I climb into my truck, heading for the beach to work on my tan and watch tits bounce in tiny string bikinis, my phone rings with a number I don’t recognize.

“Hello,” I say as I hit the speaker button and set the phone on the passenger seat before backing out of the driveway.

“Um, hi. Clive?” the quiet, sexy voice asks.

“You got him.”

“It’s Tiffany. I don’t know if you remember…”

Remember? Hell, I’ve jacked off to her more times than I can count since I saw that tiny slice of her thigh and imagined what she’d look like naked.

I stop my truck at the end of the driveway. “Hey. I couldn’t forget you, Tiffany. What’s up?”

“I wanted to know if you could stop by the church today. I need your opinion on a few things. A contractor gave us an estimate, but I think they’re trying to rip us off.”

“I can be there in ten,” I tell her because the beach will always be there, but a hot piece of ass like her shouldn’t ever be made to wait.

“Great. I’ll be waiting for you. See you soon.”

As I drive, I picture her waiting in the doorway in sexy, lace lingerie and black fuck-me high heels. I’m delusional, but it doesn’t matter. Tiffany, the hot little number who works for the church, wants my help. And even if my cock wants to fuck her brains out, I can behave. Right? However, I’m not so sure about my cock.

I pull into the lot of the church exactly ten minutes later and completely hard from my fantasy. Tiffany’s waiting for me on the steps, but she isn’t wearing the lingerie I’d envisioned.

Adjusting my cock, I climb out of the truck, trying to shield myself with the door. The last thing I want is for her to see what I’m packing. She’ll get the wrong idea. No, she’ll get the right idea, but she’ll never be the same.

She’s resting her chin on the meaty part of her palm, staring at me across the parking lot as I approach. “You’re quick. I’m sorry if I interrupted your day.”

“Don’t be silly. I wasn’t doing anything today, and I love to help a worthy cause.”

By worthy cause, I’m talking about her pussy, not the neglected church. I could probably use a few brownie points for the big guy, but the likelihood my ass could get into heaven, if there is one, is almost nonexistent. I’ve never heard of an ex-porn star almost dying and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

She shields her eyes with her hand and smiles. “The church appreciates it, and so do I.”

“Well, lucky for you both, I’m off today. Want to show me the estimate, and we can see if they’re scamming you or giving you a good deal?”

She pushes to her feet, brushing off the back of her long, matronly skirt. “Come. I’ll show you.”

First off, I want to come, but not in the way she’s talking. Second, the real thing I want her to show me is that beautiful, plump ass she’s hiding under her skirt. The baggy clothes she’s wearing don’t stop me from picturing her naked and noticing the sway of her hips as I follow her into the church. The fact that I haven’t burst into flames with all the dirty shit running through my head is a good sign. Maybe God’s a horny bastard just like the rest of us. He was a man, after all.

I follow her around the church like a dog in heat, paying closer attention to her than the actual work that needs to be completed. When she speaks, my eyes are on her mouth, wondering what it would feel like to have her soft lips wrapped around my dick. When she walks, the sway of her hips captivates my every thought. By the time we finish this project, I know I’ll end up with a blister on my hand as I try to calm the beast that’s raging in my pants.

She turns to me and gives me an innocent smile. “So, what do you think, Clive?”

I think my cock’s going to break off if I don’t get the fuck out of here. “Well,” I say, flipping through the estimate from the other contractor, trying to buy a little time. “I have a little time off for the next week or two, and I can help you knock some of this stuff off your list free of charge. It’ll save you some money in the long run.”

She stumbles backward, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’d do that?” Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me, almost in tears.

“I would and I will.” I’m not doing it out of the goodness of my heart. I want to spend as much time with Tiffany, prancing around in her outfit that typically only a nun would wear, as I can.

She lets out a little scream and rushes forward, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

I squeeze her tightly, smashing her tits against my chest. God, she feels so good. They’re the perfect size. Not too large, but a complete hand and mouthful that I could spend hours worshiping. “No thanks needed, babe. I’m all yours until you’ve had enough of me.”

She stares up at me with her big, green eyes. “I could never have enough of you, Clive.”

That’s what I’m banking on. I’ve known a few Catholic school girls in my day, and they were usually the freakiest in the sack. I’m willing to bet my life that Tiffany’s no different. I’m going to spend the next week or so figuring out a way to find out.