The
priest pulled out his finger from the stripper’s ear lobe in shock.
“Im
sorry,” he stammered, “I didn't think you were going to make a noise like
that…”
She
looked up at him, the dirty neon of the club splashed across her face. She half
smiled, trying to mix a coy face with that of a sultry one.
“Honey,
whatever you’re into… I’ll make it good for you.”
Taking
his hand, she started to guide it towards her ear once more but the
priest hastily pulled free. There was an awkward pause.
“I...
I shouldn't be doing this”, he said shifting in his seat uncomfortably.