Brooke stood from her desk outside the pastor’s office, hands full of the Sunday service’s brochures printed out and folded. She stacked the colorful pamphlets neatly on a table near the entrance for attendees to take as they walked by. It outlined the week’s events, bible studies, the bimonthly potluck dinner, volunteer opportunities.

On her way back to the office, the supply closet door swung open. A hand reached out and grabbed her arm, tugging her roughly into the small, dim room. The only light came from a small window near the ceiling.

“Brooke,” a man’s voice whispered, his breathing quick.

Chris. Excitement and arousal zipped through her, but that’s not how he liked it. She knew what he wanted. What he needed.

“Ugh, what,” she replied, feigning exasperation.

“I need it. I need you,” he replied. “God, no one has touched me in weeks. You know how Jenna is. The wedding is still eight months away, and she won’t give me anything.”

“And what makes you think I want to touch you?” She gave him a look of disgust. “I told you last time that that was it. I’m done.”

“Just one more time. Please,” he whimpered, leaning in for a kiss.

Roughly, Brooke placed a hand at his throat and pushed him back. The supply shelf behind him rattled as it banged into the wall.

“You’re pathetic,” she snapped. Her hand moved so she could curl her fingers up around his jaw, turn his head to look away from her. “I don’t even want to look at your face.”

With his head turned, she let herself take in his reactions. His chest heaved, and she could see the outline of his cock in the front of his crisp, ironed slacks. She bit her lip.

“Walking around a church with that hard dick in your pants. I wonder what the congregation would think if they knew that the worship leader was hiding a hard on behind that guitar.”

With her free hand, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, jerking down the fabric until his cock sprung out.

She scoffed.

“Look at you, running around begging someone to get you off.”

“Please,” he whimpered.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a couple rough pumps. His whole body jerked, rattling the shelf of supplies behind him. A muffled grunt escaped his pressed-together lips.

“You should apologize for walking around with this in your pants. Pervert.” Her hand still pressed his face against the shelf so he couldn’t look at her.

Chris’s hands clenched on the shelf behind him, but he stayed silent.

She took her hand off his cock. Waiting.

“I’m sorry!” he caught on. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he whined.

“That’s better,” she resumed stroking him. 

“Thank you,” he whimpered.

“You better be grateful,” she replied. “No one else would touch your needy little cock.”

Her pace was steady, her grip firm, and it didn’t take long for him to approach the edge. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock. She brushed it with her thumb, drawing it down his length.

“This is the last time I will help you with this,” she warned, though she knew the threat was empty. He knew it too. But this was their game. “Next time, you can stand in here by yourself and take care of things. Then, no one has to know what a sad little freak you are.”

“Could you–” he cut off, swallowing. “Could you use your mouth?”

She released her hand from his throat. A sharp crack echoed in the small space as she slapped him across the face. She kept stroking, her grip squeezing tighter and pumping faster.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She said in mock disbelief.

His body jerked, and he shot ropes of cum onto the floor of the closet.

She pumped him through his orgasm. Dropping his cock, she flicked her hand to shake off the cum that had landed there.

As Chris panted, she turned and ripped open a pack of paper towels, using one to wipe up what was left of the mess on her.

“Gross,” she muttered as she roughly swiped at her skin. “Clean up in here,” she commanded. Turning to him, she grabbed his jaw again and stuffed the used paper towel in his mouth.

“Sick,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out of the closet space.

She headed back to her desk and got back to work.