Sex and the Confession Box

by M. H. O'Hara

  This puzzled me then why would the girls work for that sort of place I asked Doreen? Well some girls haven’t got the looks but not so ruff they have to take to the streets and some don’t want to work on the streets as it is a last resort and well so much more dangerous. In a place with these guys they get a lot of punters but the cut isn’t even like here, as you know for £150 half hour here I take£70 or an hour if £250 I take £120 but with these guys they are charging £75 for half an hour and the girls get £35 and they get £40 but they have to do everything for that £35 I mean if they say they don’t do anal, tough there’re doing anal or they just kick them the fuck out. But they are smart first when they get these girls here they are all sweetness and light. They pay for the girls to fly here and most working girls haven’t been on a plane then when they take them to the apartment they take their passport and any ID saying they will store it in the safe and when the girls refuse to do the sick things these guys want for a miserable £35 pound they are told they can leave but there not getting their passports etic back. So here they are stuck no money in a place that have never been before and these guys are holding onto their return ticket and passport. What are they going to do, tell the police? I was so shocked and frightened here I was feeling sorry for myself and those poor girls. Don’t get me wrong if they stay the whole week they can go home with easily £5000 but they work long and hard for it. The guys are queuing up to use their place with the prices and what you get but they rub is the punters get their wallets stolen, this place encourages the girls to do it and then split it with them then they threaten to tell the guys work or wife when they come back looking for their wallets having realised it was taken there and threaten to close them down. They give good places like mine bad names. They playing with fire and soon they will double cross the wrong man probably a policeman let’s hope I never run into them I intend to keep my head down and mind my own business.

  Why are They gunning for you Doreen? There not, just greed and they want all of the business to themselves ,it doesn’t help that I’m English and black and a woman three things from our encounters I have gathered that they hate, but I think they hate for hates sake, they don’t just hate me they always gunning for any new brothels that open. I just keep my business as far away from There’s as I can. It’s not like that in London or any part of England, hell it couldn’t be there are way too many brothels and girls and massage parlours over there some are right next door, some run by gangs some by a bunch a girls who got the money together and share the takings after the rent and adverts are paid etc. We don’t go after each other we just compete like other businesses would, some outbid others and they can’t keep up and either close down or move away. Here it’s still new a novelty now that Belfast and Northern Ireland itself has peace business everywhere is booming girls aren’t afraid to come here to work most of the English girls that’s the first thing they ask me “Is it safe now” I won’t get blown up will I have to reassure them they are safe, plus all the fighting had basically stopped I know you still have some troubles with ones on both sides who won’t let go but so much work has come here people aren’t afraid to be out after dark, so like I say it’s a novelty for now, but it won’t last soon be overrun like England. I looked at this woman of such infinite wisdom, someone who hadn’t allowed life to make her hard and in this kind of life that was the equivalent of being super human or super strong or both! I thought about what she had said how much all of Northern Ireland had boomed so much changed, so much had come to this beautiful country and we were now in peace for five years but now like the rest of the world the recession had hit and people were losing their jobs, their businesses their homes and I was one of them. How long before the recession would hit this business or is sex always for sale, is there always enough for sex and escaping what we call mundane lives. I to would soon know the answer to that question.

  Doreen hung up the receiver and picked up her binoculars and I had to laugh I said no way seriously oh yes hone I don’t tell them this apartment until they go to that phone box over there she said handing me the binoculars, I had a good look my god I said you could read the initials on a man’s shirt with these. Great hah? But you have the security camera why the extra caution, well it’s too late if it’s the police at the door I can look at them all I want but by then I have to let them in, and those guys I told you about they like to find out where you are then do the dirty and ring the landlords and tell them they have a brothel renting their apartment and its out for us. Or they inform all the neighbours. There’s no fly’s on you Doreen, I’ve lived honey I’ve lived been around long enough I’d like to think I learnt a bit. I was glad I was with this woman, I did feel resentment handing over nearly half of what I earned to her especially as I was doing all the dirty work literally but now I seen what she puts in and the rent here was £1200 a month and then there was the adverts in the daily sport every day so I did understand didn’t overly like it but I got it!

  CHAPTER 12Eileen’s Story

  Well ready to get the show on the road my love. No not really but here goes. Remember same drill as before I go in first get the cash, he’s in for half an hour now the more excited you get him the quicker he comes the quicker he goes! Ok yes says I got it I went in to the bathroom and washed between my legs again, I’d shaved as cleaner and more hygienic plus Doreen pointed out they all want what they can’t have at home I’d left a little strike of hair down the middle hide a little of my embarrassment, like those Brazilians everyone was getting at the time but mine was done with a £0.99p razor and men’s shaving foam. I heard the door opening and a conversation taking place my heart was beating so hard and so fast I was sure the world could hear it .A knock at the door, opening it Doreen nodded showed me she’d go the door so in I go. He was about twenty two in a nice light blue linen shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein jeans, hello I said with the fakest smile I could muster, slipping of the dressing gown and revealing my black Basque set and stockings oh very nice and he just grabbed me by the waist hoisted me in and began kissing and licking my neck ,the show was on I became numb and Kara and reached down to his zip and it was already rock hard I could feel the veins pulsating through his jeans God he wants this a lot, he wants me, no I reminded myself in my head he wants Kara they can and never will get me I ,m keeping me safely locked up inside. I slowly zipped down his zip and as carefully as though I was petting a new born lamb the last thing I wanted to do was catch this guy’s dick on the zipper. Ouch! I undid the top button and realised why I could feel his pulse through the jeans he had no under wear on. I hissed in what was meant to be a husky voice do you always go commando? Yeah like the freedom and breaking the rules that’s why I love girls like you with no boundaries ,free. I went down on my knees and I took it in my mouth and just as I was about to put it deep, deep into my throat. I stopped and jumped up what’s wrong what’s the matter. Two rules I forgotten

  I: I didn’t wash him.

  2: I didn’t put a condom on!

  He looked annoyed and really confused so out of nowhere, I said as I slowly slipped of the first strap of my Basque, then the second revealing my perky ripe 32DD breasts I like to tease you. You felt my warm hot breath on your cock yeah he said in a heavy tone as I fondled my tits at the same time we’ll get ready to lick these as I pushed them into his face and I began to wank him off. In long lean strokes fast then slow, harder then softer stopping to slowly massage the ends of his now oozing cock, his breath was getting faster and I felt his cock tense and pulsate more on my hand I knew he was about to explode so I went faster and faster with one hand clutching and massaging his balls. And yeah he came, he came alright all over my hips and thigh, thick creamy yellowy cum all the fuck over me. Absolutely gross, he was so busy heaving and breathing in his orgasm he didn’t notice the look of disgust on my face. I nearly said ah for fucks sake but didn’t. I looked up and kissed him you stored that up I said. He smiled now the horniness was wearing off, he was coming back to himself and sorr
y about the mess that’s ok you’re pretty good at that. I suppose you should be or you wouldn’t be here. Yep I said as I walked over and pulled out a big handful of baby wipes and handed him a big pile to wipe himself of and I began to try and clean of this fucking strangers cum of my black Basque and all you girls out there no that isn’t easy! I offered him a showered but he declined saying he had to run and said thank you Kara and hurried out quickly while I rubbed furiously at the stains.

  Doreen came in saying well done just a little over fifteen minutes, yeah I said but look. She burst out laughing rookie mistake you’ll need to change into something else soak that in warm water with lemon juice gets it out .Thank you so you didn’t even have to screw him bonus. Yeah let’s hope there all like that. Doubt it hone well hurry you have one coming in twenty minutes already yes she said going to be a busy day. I tidied the room took out the wipes and sprayed some air freshener. I washed between my legs again and changed into the only new thing there a baby doll pink, no panties mine didn’t quite survive so I went commando like my previous punter and pulled on a pair of hold-up stockings with lace tops tidied my make-up reapplied the lipstick and out I went to watch and wait for the next punter to get a piece of me Kara, Eileen was safe, safe for now but for how long before it soaked right in I couldn’t wait for this to be over to be free. Was it worth it all this to keep my home, James home. I could just let them take it, move in with my parents they’d not see us starve, rent a private house with the money I had until the DHS kicked in they’d pay the rent. I had tried to get work you know before all this but all that was on my C.V was yes great GCSE’S and some City and Guild’s in cosmetic make-up and manicure .My only work experience was working as a glamour model for seven years and owning my own coffee shop for one.

  It didn’t do well with the glamour modelling on a CV .I tried to do a CV without it but was asked what had I been doing the past seven years. So many job’s with thousands of applicants with just one post available I didn’t have a chance. Businesses were failing, people losing their homes the recession hit hard, so many husbands wife’s who had each other to lean own that still wasn’t enough and in so many families one of them took their own lives! So I did try I didn’t enter this lightly I’m telling myself this convincing myself why I’m here like I had no other choice but we always, always have a choice I choose this. To fight to keep my home hadn’t I lost enough, my business my husband though that was a blessing it was still a loss of time of a failure of a father who’s no good That’s what I’ve been telling myself but right now none of all that seemed a good enough reason to be sitting here. But I sat and I sat and I waited for Bob...

  Peter’s Story

  CHAPTER 13

  Father O Kane took the cool glass of water from the arch Bishops secretary and drank it back wishing it had of been whiskey. He hadn’t even went over in his head what or how he was going to approach the Bishop. Not even where to now begin he’d let himself get carried away with the hopes and dreams of the fantasy of it all but here in this cold moment he knew it finally dawned on him what he was about to do, to his life to, his soul for a life. He been baptised a catholic he’d never knew anything else this religion this institution was carved into his genes he’d never stop being a catholic whatever path he now took he’s never stop loving God whether or not God loved him back after this was another thing. But now he was going into the Arch Bishop of C.O. Down and asking him for a dispensation which would have to be put to the cardinal who then passes this onto the Vatican to the Pope. My God this was huge his heart beating faster and faster but he was frozen to the chair This could lead to my being excommunicated and death to any eternal salvation I ever hoped for from God and heaven for all my sins and my sins against my father. I feel I have paid for these sin’s in my devotion of my youth, myself to the church but now to live and to love and be with this woman am I really prepared to sin against my holy father God and risk hell! If he could have moved he would but something or more someone was holding him in that chair in that moment he could swear in his soul it was his mother, the soft gentle breeze and the smell of soft sweet violets her favourite flowers graced all around him and he closed his eyes and in a warm flutter of his soul he heard his mother say. Be happy be free. And in that moment the smell was engulfed by a puff of cigar smoke standing before him was the Bishop. Father Peter come in come in sorry to keep you waiting so long nasty business on the phone. The fear was replaced once again with the firm resolve to leave, it was fear he felt fear of leaving the diocese, the institution he’d grew dependent on all these years. His fear was just that not fear of being free or doubts of his love for Eileen time to close this door and run through this new one fast. Well Father O Kane it’s been well over a year since we last met, yes your worship at the confirmation ceremony at Saint Anthony’s last year. Went splendid I thought, yes great day. So how can I help you, you do look very troubled? I am here today to apply for a dispensation your worship. Well the bishop sucked that cigar smoke inwards and began choking so much that Father O Kane had to pour him some water from his side board beside his drinks cabinet. YOU what? Are you serious man, where did this all come from? I’ve heard nothing from Father Harkin about any problems or unsettlement you may have been having. Hats happened why all the urgency? I’m no longer able to perform my duties nor do I wish to continue to live a celibate live, I wish to leave and marry some day! The Bishop rose from his chair, is there a woman involved? Have you he said turning to him already sinned against the church and the vows you took. There is no sin and there is no woman yet, but I am leaving I have made up my mind and regardless of whether I am granted a dispensation I have in my soul already left. You know very well that a priest is always a priest, just as you are baptised you are always a catholic there is no real leaving the church whether you walk out that door or go to the other side of the world you are a priest and always will be the only thing is are you prepared for the outside world.

  Here you are held in high esteem you have an elevated status as a saviour reprehensive of Jesus can you just walk away from all that? Laicization isn’t all it appears. At the beginning yes the whole world seems so alive but then you may find yourself unable to fit in to the world to grasp a life with a woman. Priests leave even marry but they always come back to work for God in one way or the other .So yes Father O Kane I will put forward your request and the church will always leave her doors open to you, you may not be able to perform all duties should you return but we will be here.

  Thank you Bishop I am glad you did not make this any more difficult that it already was for me. Nonsense said the Bishop you’re not the first priest who has sat before me and said all that you have and more but I could see in your eyes there was no talking you out of it and I only take on battles I am sure I can win. I will be I touch oh here is my number Father O Kane said handing the father his new mobile number he bought when he dropped into Tesco to get some more clothes, a wee cheap one was all he needed he still hadn’t topped it up yet but would then he would make his first call to Eileen of course. I have left the parish house at Saint Anthony’s Father Harkin was unbearable I know this now leads you one priest short but I knew there was a rookie coming next week so perhaps he could fill in until you find someone more permanent. Don’t you worry about that IL have that sorted by the end of the day. The car Bishop here are the keys I wish to leave as I came with nothing all the paperwork for it is back at the parish. You may continue to use it a little longer you know, thank you but no. Handing back the number to Father O Kane he said gave that to my secretary she will file it away and we will be in touch and when you have a new address please inform us of it. Of course you may just disappear some do. They shook hands cordially and the bishop opened the door and it was done. Peter gave the Bishops secretary his number and she said she’d file it away. As he was leaving she said good luck Father thank you he said puzzled thinking did she know? Was she listening perhaps shed also seen the priests who had come and gone to see the bi
shop and the ones heading toward the light of love have that look on their faces. Hope.

  He decided to find a BB for the night and wandered about the town Downpatrick was a lovely quiet village and the people were very friendly he came across a nice pub with a sign outside offering three course lunches for £5,95 he remembered he was hungry and now remembering now he became even more so. He walked inside the quaint wee pub and it was half full a basic pub with wooded tables and chairs and a big open fire in the corned burning the turf and the big screen TV playing music from the local radio station. He pulled up a stool at the bar and a nice young fella came over what will it be sir IL have a pint of the black stuff please and have you a menu for your lunches? On the board behind is our menu and the special for today is Beef stroganoff with wild rice or chips. Great thank you said Father O Kane turning round and surveying the menu and deciding on the soup which was potato and leek and he’d get the special. It hadn’t dawned on him until now in that pub in that moment he wasn’t a priest no more Father O Kane no more robes no more. It didn’t matter what they said or if the pope allowed him his dispensation in his heart he was no longer tied to the church or his vows, he answered to no one but him now, He alone held the keys to his own kingdom. It was strange that no one paid any mind to him at all, no one noticed him even. As before he’s walked into a bar and everyone would become all quiet and respectful the old folk would perhaps tip their hats, most would say hello father and watch their behaviour around him. The younger ones although still not really respecting the church didn’t be disrespectful just wouldn’t bother or leave. He was used to on the house father in a way for one to attain for their sins or gain passageway into to heaven through the priest’s stomach. Sadly many did feel if they left all they owned and more to the church they would be guaranteed a place with God often leaving their own children nothing after they may have cared for their parents daily for years and were hoping for a little bit of inheritance to even pay for the funeral or a little to make things that bit better. Sure what’s wrong with that, so many bitter disputes came from this and the church was often accused of luring dreams and promises of heaven to the vulnerable to get their pennies when they die. Peter never seen any of this though many as they got sick or older did cling more to the church and if it brought them hope and peace in their last days believing they were secured a place well wasn’t that what mattered to them.