Summary

Mistress Meg coaxes a young pastor into writing a reference letter for her niece, Stacy, by using her sexuality to persuade him.

Abstract

Mistress Meg, a woman of influence and seduction, invites a young pastor to her home under the pretense of contributing to his youth fund. During their meeting, she strategically uses her allure and physical presence to captivate the pastor's attention. While offering him tea and engaging in conversation about his cause, she subtly shifts the focus to what he can do for her in return. Despite his initial surprise and discomfort, the pastor agrees to help, not fully realizing the nature of the favor. Mistress Meg then requests a reference letter for her niece, Stacy, who is applying for a job at a local bank. Stacy's sudden appearance, in stark contrast to her usual attire, further emphasizes Mistress Meg's control over the situation. The pastor, entranced by Mistress Meg's charm and the prospect of a donation, complies with her request, writing a glowing reference for Stacy.

Opinions

Mistress Meg is portrayed as a manipulative figure who uses her sexuality to influence and control men for her own benefit.
The young pastor is depicted as somewhat naive and easily swayed by Mistress Meg's advances, compromising his professional integrity for personal favor.
Stacy's character remains silent but is implied to be complicit in her aunt's schemes, given her quick change in demeanor and appearance to suit the situation.
The narrative suggests a critique of how personal gain can corrupt seemingly altruistic intentions, particularly within religious or charitable contexts.
The author appears to hold a cynical view of human nature, highlighting the manipulation of trust and authority for personal gain.

The Pastor comes to tea — Mistress Meg.

I looked at the young pastor and offered him another cup of tea. He sat in my room with a look of hopeful expectation.

“I would love to contribute to your fund, and I must say that, in principle I am of course an avid supporter of anything that helps disadvantaged inner city youth,” and with that I paused and leaned a little closer, my cleavage spilling into his eyeline.

I continued, “But, I wonder, Pastor. What can you do for me?”

The young man looked a little surprised, then replied, “Naturally, I’d like to help my benefactor in any way I can.” I couldn’t help noticing the struggle he was having averting his eyes from my breasts.

I smiled at him, placed my hand on his knee, at which he nearly jumped out of his skin, and then I said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure there will come a day when you can do some sort of service for me.”

“Y,yes… Of course. I’ll be happy to…” He said unsteadily.

“Good! And that day is today!” I replied quickly with a smile.

“How can I help,” he said, his face reddening.

“I need a reference letter for my, er, my niece,” I said. “Her name’s Stacy. Now, how can I describe her? I think perhaps the word that most springs to mind is that she’s very ‘devout.”

“Oh,” he said perking up a little. “Is she one of my flock? I don’t seem to remember meeting her…”

“Oh, I assure you she is very memorable,” I replied.

I rang a small bell on the table beside me. A moment later Stacy appeared. Those of you who regularly follow my writing will know that Stacy usually wears latex or leather. Occasionally she sports a very nice little schoolgirl outfit. Today she was dressed in a long skirt, a plain blouse buttoned up to the neck, and wore a simple necklace of wooden beads. Very Pottery Barn. It was a far cry from the outfit she’d sported last night, I assure you.

“My niece,” I said and she smiled at the young man demurely. I wandered if he could possibly imagine what had passed those lips in the last few days. I found it quite amusing, I must say.

“She’s applying for a job in the local bank. I feel it would help her a lot to have a reference from a man such as yourself, being such a pillar of the community and a man of the cloth. And,” I said leaning closer, “I’d consider it a very personal favor.”

I breathed heavily on the Pator’s face as he stared at my cleavage.

“Well, I really don’t know her very well. I…”

“I’m sure we can arrange to rectify that. In the meantime, here’s a piece of paper. A hand written reference is always so personal, don’t you think?” I drew my check book a little closer to me and started to write a check.

The pastor looked a little uncertain, then took his pen from his jacket pocket. “It’s so important to help our youthful members of the congregation on their path,” he said as he wrote the reference.

“Perfect.”

Stacy smiled and sat next to the pastor. He really did write a glowing reference.

Have a lovely weekend.

Mistress Meg