It's one of the cult members

A young white girl named Rachel, dressed in a sheer, white lingerie set that barely covered her. She looked at me with curiosity. Rachel had been in the cult for a few months and was eager to show me the ropes, so to speak. She had a bubbly personality, but her eyes held a hint of fear and desperation.

There's something wrong, I could tell. Rachel's smile was ****, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that would make any guy drool. But she wasn't here for my pleasure. Rachel was here to prep me for the day ahead.

"I'm Rachel, your little helper today. I hear from Kofi that you had a successful interview." Rachel giggled nervously, her eyes lingering on my still-hard cock, which was poking out from the sheets. My morning wood embarrassing me. "You're going to love it here. Everyone is so welcoming and loving. Just remember, you're here to join a crear cause."

I nodded, trying to play along with the charade, feeling a mix of excitement and dread as Rachel began explaining the day's schedule. She told me about the various rituals and activities that would take place, and the importance of following the cult's strict rules. "And remember, Missy," Rachel whispered, leaning closer, "you're going to meet the Messiah tonight. It's a big deal. You must be perfect for him. So do you want to dress causal, a hint of classy, or something like me."

The white lingerie made the blonde look like a heavenly angel, but I knew from her eyes she wasn't in heaven. Rachel's body was a masterpiece, but it was her eyes that told the story. Rachel suggested a white outfit similar to hers. She was very kind, but there was something behind her smile that was eerie.

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