Dancing with the Holy Pole

"Sheesh, Ursula has some pretty terrible naming sense. Right below the Holy Holes, she has the Holy Pole," Broomi sighed, seeing the one that Clara's index finger had settled upon in the book full of perverse acts, although this section was titled "Beginner Level." "I'm just glad you two decided to start with this one instead of a bunch of glory holes."

"Y-Yes, quite," Clara responded in a suspicious chirp.

Broomi wanted to know more about why the mention of the holes made Clara sweat, but she let it slide for now. "Anyway, I can't help but notice you two don't have an actual pole here. How are you doing the pole dance with no pole?" she further questioned, lowering her eyebrows. Imagining her mom, the picture of innocence and cute, pure-minded naivety wooing anyone with a pole-dance was beyond her... plus... while her mom had plenty of T & A, she was also a woman old enough to have a 19-year-old daughter now. Picturing that woman, with her mix of purity and, frankly, age, doing anything dynamic on a pole took some serious stretching of the imagination.

"Ah, it's this... Geod's blessed it so that it appears like an ordinary hoe to anyone watching, but it's actually a Holy Pole!" her mother answered with a small, embarrassed smile frozen upon her pink lips. "It also hides most of my movements and my appearances. It's rather brilliant, don't you think? Like a portable illusion! I thank Geod for being so gracious with his gifts, even lending me the high priestess Clara and the use of this tool to grow stronger in my faith."

The confessor opened her mouth, then closed it. She had almost said that it seemed like Geod was just a pervert with a MILF fetish... She probably would have said that, if Clara wasn't here. "It's convenient, sure, but it also sounds like it makes it just about impossible for me to actually instruct you two on this," she sighed, slumping her shoulders. "I am kinda glad you two didn't go at it without the illusion, though. If somebody peeked on my mom doing this in the vegetable garden..."

"Now, Broomi, you mustn't say that," Clara stepped in, sweeping her sleeves dramatically as she took a spot by Bonnie again. It occurred to Broomi for the first time how odd it was, seeing the high priestess walking around in gardening boots instead of her usual footwear, but that's probably what it took for her to enter the garden properly. The hem of the robe was pretty dirty by now, though... She marveled at how poorly Clara had thought this through. The high priestess, in some ways, was about as air-headed as her mom. "Bonnie and I will both be performing for the faithful soon enough, as may you, if you consent to it. Bonnie will overcome her modesty and display her body proudly as a servant of Geod."

"... And what about you? Why'd you even bring the pole then?" Broomi quizzed her superior, raising one eyebrow and cupping one hand at her chin as she tried to puzzle it out.

"Hm? W-Well," the high priestess coughed into her fist. "I said she will overcome her modesty, not that she actually has already. I'm still... getting there, myself."

"You two really do need me, then. And can I just point out what a laugh and a half it is that the 19-year-old with a body like some forest fairy has to teach the high priestess and her mom, with all of their generous Geod-given assets, how to be sexy?" she questioned, gesturing towards Clara's bosom.

"Broomi, that's..." Clara protested, crossing both arms across her chest uselessly; it did nothing to hide their size. She still wasn't used to having her body openly commented upon by her underlings. A moment later, she dropped both arms to her side again and sighed. "Yes, I suppose it is somewhat funny, when you think about it it."

"Hey, now I'm insulted," Broomi complained, but laughed anyway. "I'm just messing with you! Okay... If you and Mom are serious, I'll teach you a thing or two. But I'm serious: with that pole hiding the way she looks and what she's doing, I really can't tell what I'm working with. How do I, uh... see through it?"

"Merely approach it," Clara suggested. "Once you are in the right proximity, you'll see through Geod's illusion. Also, if I may recommend, our confessor should refrain from 'messing with people,'"

"O-Or, Broomi, you could try giving me a demonstration, or maybe verbal instructions? If you know anything about how it's done, I mean?" Bonnie bargained unhelpfully, growing redder as the moment of her daughter seeing her as a pole-dancer grew closer and closer at hand. She was the kind of hands-off mother who didn't question where her daughter had picked up pole-dancing... Not that words of reproach would make much sense... Apparently, this formerly lewd activity was becoming part of the repertoire of holy acts for ladies of the church.