Church Vixens

By Earliecia J Ebron

Veronica Matthews and Samantha Styles are two women who have excellent careers and are admired amongst their peers. Veronica is a college professor who will be the English Departments new Chairperson and Samantha is an exceptional insurance agent who is promoted to Account Executive, working closing with the VP. In their careers they are held high on a pedestal but at One Love Baptist Church they are known as seductive home-wreckers. What the members at One Love Baptist Church dont know is that Veronica and Samantha is the Pastors and Bishops mistress.
Then there is Dr. Bianca Camden who is a therapist, an active member at One Love Baptist, very close friends with First Ladies Lena and Natasha and know ALL about Veronicas and Samanthas secret love affair with the Bishop and the Pastor. But she has a hidden lust with some of the men in the church that NO ONE knows about. These women will do anything to get to the Bishop, the Pastor, and other married men, even if they have to step over and push aside the First Ladies. This is their life as Church Vixens.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503563148

Earliecia J Ebron

Earliecia J. Ebron is an author who grew up in Newark, New Jersey. When she was younger, she developed a love for writing by writing poems and short stories and later writing two screenplays when she was in high school. She remembered the first time she began writing; she was in the sixth grade. That was when she picked up a pen and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her first poem. The poem “Something on My Mind” won four awards. She enjoys allowing her imagination to run wild and inviting other people into the world of her mind. Living and growing up in Newark, New Jersey, and meeting so many interesting people in her life and her real-life experiences influenced her writing. She is the author of Complicated Love, Regress, Church Vixens, and Rescuing Destiny. Earliecia is currently hard at work writing the sequel and screenplay to her bestselling novel Church Vixens and the Corinda series. She always says that life experiences make a great author. Earliecia currently resides in New Jersey with her son, Michael.

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Contents

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica and Samantha

Bianca

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica and Samantha

Bianca

Samantha

Veronica

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Veronica

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Bianca

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Samantha

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Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Veronica

Samantha

Bianca

Conclusion Six months later

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Complicated Love

Regress

To my motivation

All churches have them. The women would wear their skimpy attire with stilettos to church. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Their attire consists of short, sometimes tight dresses or skirts. It is short enough to reveal their ample thighs and it would rise even higher when they lift their hands to praise God. Some are probably legit praising God. But there are quite a few of them who are fake praisers. They just want to be seen. It is almost like a fashion show at church. They have to make sure they are looking good before they walk out their house. The right hair style needs to be in place, for the right outfit; the right shoes and jewelry needs to compliment the outfit too. They enter into the church doors on a prowl. Eyes wandering around to every man in sight, analyzing to see what he has to offer them and if he is worth their time. The women do not care if he is married, engaged, in a relationship or the pastor himself. If they want him they will do anything to get him and to be seen by him. Their movements are subtle. Sometimes you do not even know if they are pushing up on the men, but sometimes you do, but it is rare. They make it their occupation. They live off of the highs of being with someone unavailable without being attached. Some of these women have men and husbands, but love being seen and wanted by other men. They know they still got it but crave and strive for the attention of other men. But these women are smart, very smart. Some can fool and have the smartest man eating out the palm of their hand, not realizing that he is submitting to their every desire. They can even fool the men wives or girlfriends, if she is naïve as her man. Some wives and girlfriends are quick to notice what is going on but others are so caught up in the Spirit to even take notice that their husbands or boyfriends are looking at the woman who purposely sat in front of him so he can admire the goods from behind only to entice him with her fake praise to give him a sudden rise. It is all part of their game. It is the game of a church vixen.

Veronica

I know exactly what I am doing. I am sitting on the pastor’s desk with my legs crossed showing my supple thigh. My curly hair is hanging down my back as I am leaning back with my arms supporting me on the desk. My cream color silk blouse is open just enough to expose the curve of my 36D breasts. I have on light makeup and light pastel lipstick. Pastor Maurice Adams does not want to leave evidence on his clothes, like last time, so we have to play carefully. First Lady Natasha Adams nearly had a fit when she saw the rose colored lipstick on the collar of her husband’s shirt, but Pastor Maurice is a smooth talker. He had Natasha naïve within minutes. He said he came up with an excuse that involved a meet and greet with some members of another church. So I have to tone down my lipstick color whenever we fool around.

I had to sneak my way into his office. That nosey secretary of his always put a damper in my step. Sister Watts, like so many others at One Love Baptist Church think me and some other women are more than no good just because we wear short skirts and dresses, high heels and exposing a hint of our cleavage to entice the men at the church. Seriously; when have dressing sexy, because we are comfortable in our skin, became a crime. As soon as one of us approach the deacons, music director, the pastor or the bishop, the "mothers" of the church make a straight shot toward us. Sister Watts is the main one. No one can get to Pastor Adams and Bishop Randy Williams without her knowing, no one except for me, of course. I came through the back door of the church and hid behind a door waiting for Sister Watts to leave for lunch. As soon as she left, I made my move to Pastor Maurice’s office.

Now here I am waiting for Pastor Maurice to walk through the door. I never surprised him like this in his office before. I know I am taking a chance of getting caught but living on the edge with Maurice is exciting. I can’t wait to have him again. The last time I was with him was two days ago. I can’t get enough of Maurice and he cannot get enough of me. I heard the door knob turn. I crossed my legs tightly and positioned my body even more seductively on his desk with my eyes glued to the door. The door opened with Maurice walking into his office. He is caught off guard when he sees me sitting on his desk. He quickly closed the door so no one would see me sitting on his desk if anyone so happens to walk by.

What are you doing here, he asked rushing toward me admiring my body.

I’m here for lunch, I said grabbing him, pulling him toward me. I can’t get enough of his hard chocolate body.

What if I had someone with me? How would this look?

It would look as though they will be joining us for lunch too.

He smiled at me showing his deep dimples that I absolutely love.

Veronica, I have a meeting in my office in ten minutes.

Then we need to make it quick.

I began kissing him passionately as he kiss me back. His hands began to roam all over my body, squeezing the fullness of my butt and all the other parts that he loves the best.

Wait, he says pulling away from me, We’re inside the church. We can’t do this here.

Oh baby, it’s just a building. Besides how can you say no to this body, I said as I lick the smoothness of my cleavage.

Maurice could not resist. He had to have me and the pure rush of the possibly of getting caught excited him even more.

We have less than ten minutes, he said grabbing me tightly in his arms.

I grew up in Linden, New Jersey. I grew up in a two parent home. My mother, Barbara, was a stay at home mom, not by choice. My dad, Nathan, worked for an insurance company and was a very hard worker. He preferred for my mother to stay home to raise me. He could not tolerate a woman having any power and becoming too independent. My mother tolerated it. She did not mind staying at home and allowed my dad to take care of us and everything else. Because of this, I learned to depend on my dad too, but as I grew older I did not like the fact that my mom and I had to depend on my dad for everything. I saw my mom as a woman who did not have a backbone. I did not want to be like that. I learned of my dad’s infidelities while I was in high school. I saw him smooching with a high class woman at a restaurant while I was with friends. When I confronted him, he told me that she was a friend of his and was VP of the insurance company he works for. Well, that close friend of his must had some kind of power over my dad because he left us to be with her, an independent, hard-working, employed woman. My mom moved to Maryland to live with her sister and I went away to college. I talked with my mom almost every day to make sure she was doing well. My mom took advantage of her life and became a certified nurse, but longed for days to be taken care of. She was used to doing nothing but taking care of me and the household. She neglected her own life and poured all she had into me. But I learned not to depend on a man and to be self-reliant. Watching my dad, I realized that men really prefer self-independent, ambitious women who are powerful and assertive.

At the same time I was very hurt and furious with my dad for hurting my mom the way he did. Most men who feel as though they are untouchable are the ones who are sneaky. My dad was the sneaky one. He was also a church-going man that had a certain image in church that flowed into his personal life. People saw him as a God-fearing man who loved and supported his family. Only to have a secret life with other women but mainly with this one female that he left his family for. His image in his church and personal life suffered very little. He got a little tap on the hand then was forgiven. I wanted revenge and wanted to get even with my dad’s infidelity. So, I changed my last name to Matthews, my mother’s maiden name and disowned my dad. So when people ask me about my life growing up, I will tell them that I grew up in a single parent home and that I never knew my dad.

After me and Maurice’s quick sex session, I headed for my car parked toward the back of the church’s parking lot. Each step I take, my smile is growing brighter because I am pleased to have pleased my so-called man. I don’t allow myself to get too close to Maurice because that will be dangerous. I don’t want to fall in love with him. If the church and his wife were to find out that we are messing around, his reputation would be ruined. It’s only because he’s a pastor. First Lady Natasha probably would not take him back, he then would seek refuge at my place, he would be kicked out the church and get no respect from anyone just because he is a pastor who committed adultery. But pastors cheat all the time, at least most of them do. I have my own money and a career as a college professor to protect. It will definitely ripple into my whole life. That is why I have to tread lightly. But today, I just did not care. Maurice is my main squeeze and answers my every call. I do love to give other men in the church a rise and tease with a sly wink and a peek-a-boo of a hint of cleavage. It drives them crazy but drives the other women at the church to clutch their men even tighter. I do not have time to entertain their thoughts or fool around with someone else publicly. A tease to them is all I am. Some men actually approach me in church to invite me out for a light lunch or dinner afterwards. If they have swag like I do, then I go. I do not sleep with all of them. That’s not what I am about, that’s what a whore does. Men find me to be a pretty cool, sexy, delicious and a harmless person. I think I am a likable person but choose to be the latter. I don’t want too many people close to me except for a couple of close friends.

Pulling out my cell phone I called my girlfriend Samantha Styles.

Hey Sammy what’s good for tonight, I asked getting into my car.

I’m surprised you’re still breathing. Did you make it to Maurice’s office?

You know I did. I put a quickie on that man so good, I had stuff his mouth to keep his voice down.

Do you have any plans for tonight?

I was thinking about taking David up on his dinner offer. David has been asking me out to dinner almost every Sunday. I feel as though he is out of my league and a complete bore but boring men can use some play too.

How long has David been a member at the church, Samantha asked.

Well, if I’m not mistaken, I saw him join him the church two months ago, I replied.

I remember every eligible bachelor and married man that joins the church. I take mental note of his demeanor and if he is taken, I watch how he treats his wife or girlfriend whenever they are around. Most importantly, I take note of how he looks at the women in the church. Sure, men notice attractive women but it is the way he looks at her, is what I am looking for.

He’s been persistent, I continued, I haven’t called him yet. Why, do you have something planned for tonight?

Bishop Randy wanted to hang out in the city tonight. He said he was going to call Maurice to see if he wants to hang out too.

He probably hasn’t called him yet because he didn’t mention anything to me.

Leave your schedule open tonight sweetheart.

You know Maurice comes first. I got that man wrapped around my little finger. You know he paid my mortgage last month, I said while driving away from the church heading back to the University for my two o’ clock class.

"I’m not surprised. He takes care of you as if you are the First Lady."

He can take care of me all he wants to; you know I’m still taking care of my own affairs. I still paid my own mortgage last month along with his payment. But trust me; I will take all he has to offer.

I love the attention Maurice gives me. Sometimes he would go above and beyond what is expected, like paying my bills. I still pay my own bills regardless if he offers or not.

I’m Randy’s diamond token. He can’t take his fat ass wife anywhere, Samantha said laughing as I laughed with her. She doesn’t go anywhere with him except for church on Sundays. That’s not my problem anyway. I’m on my way to a car dealership in Toms River.

You’re getting another car?

Yeah, Randy said it’s time for an upgrade. My 2014 car isn’t hot anymore.

The difference between my relationship with Pastor Maurice and her relationship with Bishop Randy is that I do not allow Maurice to define me. I’m my own woman and I like my lifestyle, attire and my materials. My 2011 SUV is just fine with me. My personality and coco cola body shape define my sexual nature.

Have fun Sammy. Milk that man dry.

Oh trust me, I will, she responded with a slight giggle.

I hung up the phone concentrating on the lunch time traffic while getting aroused all over again thinking about my lunch I just had in Maurice’s office. His tongue strolled down my neck as he gently sucked on my tender skin. The stimulation below began to increase even more. He buried his face in my voluptuous breasts inhaling my scent and shaking his head in between them as his fingers tried to remove my undergarments. He lifted up my flowing knee length skirt exposing my string bikini I wore just for him today. He wasted no time to feast on his surprise lunch. He fed himself as is if he was a starving man from Africa. I wanted to scream out his name but I knew someone would hear. He didn’t lock the door, so anyone could have walked in on us. I threw my head back as my body began to vibrate ready to explode as I felt his passion rapidly increasing. I tried to muffle his erotic sounds but he kept saying my name over and over through my hands over his mouth. I began to kiss him passionately. His pace quickens and he became more intense. I knew he was ready to release the growing passion that was building up on the inside of him. I tried to push him back but he held me tightly. He released his passion into me like none other. He jerked a little as our passion subsided. As much as I would have loved for him to just marinate inside me, I knew he couldn’t. He eased out of me gently as I still felt the sensitivity of his touch.

Maurice and I met about a year ago when I first joined One Love Baptist Church. I had no intentions on joining the church. I was bored one Sunday morning and wanted to do something different so I decided to go to church. I had a full weekend of dates, grading papers and spent half of my Friday at the beauty salon getting a new Indian hair sown into my hair. I wore my gray fishtail skirt that fit shapely onto my apple bottom butt and firm thighs, stopping mid length to my knee. Walking into the church, my breasts stood at full attention when I noticed the many manly admirers I had. I loved the attention.

You must be a first time guest, a man asked me standing by the glass door to the sanctuary.

What if I’m not, I replied with a smile showing my perfect straight white teeth that were just whitened a couple of days ago.

A sight like you can’t go unnoticed around here, he said as he looked me up and down with his scanning eyes.

I took a program from his hand and entered the sanctuary. Right away I saw jealous women eyeing me sharply and men trying to hold back their drool and not follow my luscious sway as I made my way to sit in a pew. They had already begun service and I was trying not to become bored listening to an old church lady singing a slow old song. One Love Baptist Church seemed like a young contemporary church that I would enjoy. I heard that the choir was awesome. They are annual guests at the International Gospel Awards. So, to hear the old lady belt out some old song that sounds like it was written during slavery time, I was very disappointed. But then I saw a young man in the pulpit wearing a black suit. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was delicious looking. I secretly repositioned my pink blouse to expose a little more cleavage for the young man. I then realized that he had locked eyes with me and gave me a slight nod. I took my eyes off him trying to look elsewhere but I felt my body temperature rising and a pull to look at him some more. I moved my eyes back toward him admiring his smooth dark skin complexion, low wavy hair and his manly facial hair. My eyes continued to glance at his body but stopped at a wedding ring on his hand. I realized that I didn’t have a chance. He is not like the other married men I screwed in the past. I assumed that a married pastor wouldn’t be with me.

After service, Pastor Maurice stayed behind to meet with the guests and new members. I did not waste any time to get out of there or at least try to. Some men were trying to make small talk with me. I was flattered and took some numbers but wasn’t too interested. I didn’t want a man who had Christian morals. I wanted a man who can please my sexual appetite and can handle my dominance. The men I took numbers from were talking to me but were making small talk with my breasts. I would purposely squeeze the sides of my breasts with the sides of my arms, so the twins can say hello back.

I am such a tease.

A couple of days had passed since I visited One Love Baptist Church. I had no intentions returning to the church but gave exceptions with some of the fine bachelors there. I was taking out some food for dinner at a restaurant by my house when I noticed Pastor Maurice. I didn’t want to approach him but I didn’t want to be rude, but then at the last minute I decided not to approach him because I was even more attracted to him. I couldn’t see his body the way I wanted to see it on Sunday but now I can see his toned arms in his white and muscle shirt and baggy jeans. He does not look like a pastor in his street clothes.

Veronica, your order is ready, the teenage girl behind the counter called out.

I got off the bench to receive my order. I noticed Pastor Maurice looking at me. I just smiled as I took my food from the girl.

Excuse me, Pastor Maurice said touching my arm, You look familiar. Did you come to my church recently, One Love Baptist Church?

Yes. I did. I was there on Sunday, I said as I turned to face him. I had on a baseball tee shirt and sweatpants but that did not stop him from admiring what he saw in front of him.

How did you enjoy service? I didn’t get a chance to speak to you on Sunday.

I know; I left as soon as the service was over.

Was my preaching that bad, he chuckled.

No, of course not, I laughed. That was the highlight of the service for me. He moved with ease on the pulpit as his voice was strong at some points and low on others. It was great, I lied. I wasn’t listening to a thing he was saying that Sunday.

Well, I hope you come back to visit, he said taking his bag of food off the counter.

Maybe I will, I flirted back.

I turned to walk out the restaurant, walking back home. I really had no intentions on going back to the church then. I was sexually attracted to the Pastor who was married and had morals, although he didn’t show it. But all "serious" church folks believe in sex after marriage, not living together before marriage, no masturbation, no this, no that, no play, no fun, just too many rules, besides my dad, of course. I was walking back to my house. I found it a waste of time and just lazy to drive to the restaurant when I live around the corner.

Hey, do you need a ride, Pastor Maurice asked, driving next to me in his car.

No, I’m fine. I live around the corner.

It’s a little late. Let me give you a ride.

His persistence flattered me so I took his offer and hopped into the car.

I live on Blossom Drive. Make a right here.

It’s nice in this area. It’s very secluded.

I know that’s why I chose to live here. Do you live in the area?

No, I’m about fifteen minutes away from Westfield. I live in Sayreville. I had to meet up with some people in the area. Do you know Pastor Wilkins?

No, should I know him?

He has a church that’s not too far from here. It’s called Heavenly Praise.

No, I’m not familiar with the churches in the area.

I’m not familiar with church period. I just went on Sunday because I was bored, I thought to myself.

Well, I’m glad you visited my church.

My house is right here on the right. I was getting antsy and didn’t want to come on too strong because I can, especially how I’m feeling