Sinners Confessions: Dirty, Sinful & Depraved Affairs

~ Tannie ~

"Yeah! Shake that fucking ass, whore!"

I danced against the the cold brass pole, completely naked. A shower of dollar bills rained down around me. I slid down slowly, arching my back, and smiled as the men cheered and tossed more cash at me.

I loved my job. I really did. I had been dancing since the day I turned eighteen and the money was just too good to walk away from.

After my set, I scooped up my cash and headed to the dressing room.

I was just counting the bills when one of the other girls, Roxy, leaned against my vanity.

"Hey, you've got a VIP waiting. Some guy requested you specifically for a private room. He looks loaded."

A grin spread across my face. Private rooms meant lap dances and lap dances meant serious tips.

"On my way," I said, stashing the cash into my locker and grabbing a robe to throw over my shoulders before heading out.

I was only supposed to give my client a lap dance. Those were the rules. But in the dark of the VIP room, watching the desperation in his eyes, I let him push the boundaries. I let him spread my legs on the couch and fuck me until I shuddered.

​But as I wiped off my sweat after he left, leaving me with a huge tip, I just felt frustrated. It was the same old story. I liked sex, but I liked it rough.

I wanted to be utterly ruined, and none of these club clients ever gave me that. It was just another orgasm.

​I pushed the thought aside as I remembered I had to leave the city tonight. I had promised to visit my mother in her hometown.

My mom was intensely religious, but she had been very sick lately.

The drive took three hours. When I arrived at her tiny house, she looked pale and thin. She didn't even say hello to me. She just grabbed my wrist with surprising strength and pulled me straight out the door.

"We have to go," she whispered, her eyes wide with a manic kind of fear. "He is waiting for us."

She drove us straight to the local Catholic church. The heavy doors groaned as she pushed her way inside while I followed, confused. The air inside was suffocating with the scent of incense and old candle wax.

There were too many statues of holy figures staring right at me as if judging my presence here.

A stripper like me definitely didn't belong here.

"Mom, why are we here? Who are we meeting?" I asked, looking around the empty pews.

"The only man who can save me," she said.

Right then, a man stepped out from a room near the altar. He wore a black priest suit with a white collar peeking out. He was tall and handsome, with broad shoulders, dark hair graying slightly at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He looked about forty years old.

"Father Edmund! I need your help!"

"Eleonor? Is this about the devil who possessed you again?" the priest asked in an amused tone, his voice kind but deep. "You are fine, my child."

My child?

My mom was way older than him. It caught me off guard, and a mixture of a cough and a laugh slipped from my throat before I could stop it.

​The sound cut through the quiet church, and Father Edmund's attention snapped instantly toward me.

He looked down at me, scanning me slowly from head to toe. I was wearing a tight red dress, the V in front was cut way too low, exposing the inner part of my breasts and my n*pples almost peeking out.

His eyes locked onto mine, his expression shifting from mild amusement to something dark.

Okay, definitely not kind and welcoming like I thought.

Before he could speak, my mother scrambled forward, grabbing his forearm.

"See, Father?!" she cried out, her voice echoing inside. "The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!"

Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?"

"Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!"

I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

"Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body."

It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here.

Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me.

"Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

He spoke like a saint, but he wasn't acting like one.

As he stepped closer to deliver his mini-sermon, I caught the sudden drop of his gaze. For a split second, his eyes flickered downward, lingering heavily on my breasts.

He was lecturing me on salvation, but he couldn't even keep his eyes away from my tits.

A smirk spread across my face. Priest or not, he was still just a man.

"Is that so, Father?" I purred, rolling my shoulders back to give him a better view. "Well, I can't save my soul right now. I have to take my mom to an actual hospital because she’s clearly sick."

I reached out, grabbing my mother's arm to pull her toward the exit. I looked back at Father Edmund, locking my eyes with his.

"But tell you what," I whispered, my voice dropping into a teasing tone I used for my favorite clients. "I’ll come back tomorrow. I’ll confess all my sins to you... and it better be you waiting for me inside that confession room."