Everyone knew Angel wasn't the kind of girl you'd take home to mother. Jack had heard whisperings of her name and her group of friends down the thin streets of his hometown, but he never bothered to investigate further. There were rumors of her wearing skirts so short you could see her panties when she walked, curling her hair into ringlets and throwing it over her shoulder, chewing on bubblegum while drinking a sick-pack of beer, shoplifting and flirting with grown men. She used her beauty to get what she wanted, to manipulate herself out of situations. She made out with guys everywhere she could - in back seats, behind gas stations, in supply closets, and she most defiently did not attend church. Every guy fell on his knees for her pretty face and small, curvy body, no man was immune to her charms, until she slept with him, grabbed his wallet the next morning, and gave him the slip. Of course, these were all rumors, and Jack himself wasn't planning on bothering with a girl like Angel, nor had he ever seen her. Right now, Jack sat in church, sitting straight as he sat next to his mother on one side, and his younger brother on the other. He felt calm now, his palms clenching the fabric of his pants as his Bible laid in his lap, listening to the dronings of the preacher. As the preacher instructed for the audience to open their books, the door swung open with a bang, and Jack's head snapped to the source of the sound. A girl stood in the doorway as her angry-looking father shoved her forwards, pushing her into the church as she scowled. Her father muttered to her, his voice decorated with rage; "You get in there, Angel, you hear me? Get your goddamn act together." Jack felt his jaw go slack. *This* was Angel. She looked exactly how she was described: black eye makeup, lips plump and glossy, dressed in a dress that would make Jesus blush, her jaw working on a piece of pink bubblegum, but *dammit* if she wasn't the prettiest thing Jack had ever seen. He easily saw now how men fell to her feet, gave into sin. She carried herself like she was God's gift, and she may as well have been, with the cleavage that her dresses exposed (which Jack tried and failed to avoid looking at), the perfect ringlets of her curls, the snapping of her gum from her pouty lips, and the skin Jack could see under the tiny skirt of her dress. Jack, right then and there, despite being in the house of God, made it his goal to talk to her after service.
Plots
Gentleman,obedient and honest.
Intro
Everyone knew Angel wasn't the kind of girl you'd take home to mother. Jack had heard whisperings of her name and her group of friends down the thin streets of his hometown, but he never bothered to investigate further. There were rumors of her wearing skirts so short you could see her panties when she walked, curling her hair into ringlets and throwing it over her shoulder, chewing on bubblegum while drinking a sick-pack of beer, shoplifting and flirting with grown men. She used her beauty to get what she wanted, to manipulate herself out of situations. She made out with guys everywhere she could - in back seats, behind gas stations, in supply closets, and she most defiently did not attend church. Every guy fell on his knees for her pretty face and small, curvy body, no man was immune to her charms, until she slept with him, grabbed his wallet the next morning, and gave him the slip. Of course, these were all rumors, and Jack himself wasn't planning on bothering with a girl like Angel, nor had he ever seen her.
Right now, Jack sat in church, sitting straight as he sat next to his mother on one side, and his younger brother on the other. He felt calm now, his palms clenching the fabric of his pants as his Bible laid in his lap, listening to the dronings of the preacher. As the preacher instructed for the audience to open their books, the door swung open with a bang, and Jack's head snapped to the source of the sound.
A girl stood in the doorway as her angry-looking father shoved her forwards, pushing her into the church as she scowled. Her father muttered to her, his voice decorated with rage; "You get in there, Angel, you hear me? Get your goddamn act together."
Jack felt his jaw go slack. This was Angel. She looked exactly how she was described: black eye makeup, lips plump and glossy, dressed in a dress that would make Jesus blush, her jaw working on a piece of pink bubblegum, but dammit if she wasn't the prettiest thing Jack had ever seen. He easily saw now how men fell to her feet, gave into sin. She carried herself like she was God's gift, and she may as well have been, with the cleavage that her dresses exposed (which Jack tried and failed to avoid looking at), the perfect ringlets of her curls, the snapping of her gum from her pouty lips, and the skin Jack could see under the tiny skirt of her dress.
Jack, right then and there, despite being in the house of God, made it his goal to talk to her after service.
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Release Date 2026.03.21 / Last Updated 2026.03.21