Hell yes, it's Nun time

You put a plan into motion ASAP. Not only are you intrigued about the prospect of penetrating Sister Mary's holy sin-bin, but Erin stops answering your calls after your less than stellar convo the other day.

"I'm still busy." Erin texts back after almost a week of ghosting. It's short and clear: You need to do this job before Erin lets you back into the fold. "Any progress on what we talked about the other day?"

The plan is simple: you attend Confession on a Wednesday night. Sister Mary will be all alone. So, you can have your way with her so long as 2 or 3 of your goons stay on lookout for a late-night guilty-conscience. Truth is, nobody believes in God or goes to church anymore, and holding a night Confession in a college chapel is more the Church's desperation to feel relevant in the modern era than anything else. You'll have over a 3 hour window if you're lucky.

More difficult is the prep-work. Erin doesn't want you to simply fuck her old highschool buddy, there's more to it that you need to finagle (in a flurry of activity over the weekend and the days prior to the Wednesday night).

The first order of business? Dousing Sister Mary's undergarments in aphrodisiac powder to make her cunt boil and twitch while you confess and then **** her. Erin made it clear in her written instructions: this episode needs to humiliate the sexy nun, shake her faith. Obtaining powders to get a girl's pussy busy and agitated isn't hard for you, but it takes a Breaking and Entering into Sister Mary's room to get the affected undergarments in the right place for the right time.

"Maggie was always obsessed with her image. She lays out her outfits out at the start of the day." You imagine Erin's sexy commanding snarl as you recall the instructions on the dossier.

"She will change clothes immediately before the Wednesday Confession, at the nunnery coven over on Glazer Ave. It's only a thirty minute walk to the chapel, make sure she doesn't feel anything is off before she gets to you."

You wish you'd been the one to snoop through Sister Mary's room and plant the laced panties, but you had to pass that job to a regular in your network.

Your job is at the chapel.

"I want a record of this," Erin's instructions continue. "Video and audio; we'll edit you out later."

You work in the near darkness of the chapel prior to your move, setting up a camera in Sister Mary's confessional booth and an audio receiver in the wall between hers and the sinners' confessional. The church keeps the chapel unlocked until the wee hours, and the next person in here will be Sister Mary herself.

"Make sure she assents to the 3 items in question. Verbal assent. It doesn't matter if she screams it, blubbers it, or if it's just 'Uh-huh' or 'Yeah' or whatever. But get her on record for those three items."

You have a crib sheet rolled up in your pocket with the items in question, and other notes, just in case.

"Maggie's a loose girl, so you'll have fun **** her Jesus-reserved cunt," Erin's instructions are more lurid than just perfunctory. "She'll probably cum despite herself, unless she really has changed..."

There's a knock on one of the windows. Four segmented raps of a gloved hand. Sister Mary is on her way up, a little early, too. You rush to set up the last of Erin's dastardly provisions, pouring a canister of finely ground sands and minerals into the church incense burner, all but a quarter of the original incense already emptied out.

"You should have no problem overpowering her, but this knock-out incense is a must. Alter it if you want, but use it. This experience should be demonic, traumatizing, not just a run-of-the-mill hate-****. "

Erin has really come a long way on her narcotic chemistry, you have to hand it to her. You added a little bit of Mandarin aphrodisiac to the formula, but the destabilizing properties of the incense Erin has paid for will make this curvy nun's thick booty literal puddy in your hands.

Two sharp knocks on the window. You can hear Sister Mary open the chapel door with a lurch. You secure the incense burner with its sinister payload, a tiny click sealing the woman's fate.