The Gray Man Ch. 29 - The Pastor's Wife

TJ awoke to a soft, golden glow seeping through the curtains, heralding the arrival of a new day. He lay in his bed for a moment, his mind slowly transitioning from the depths of slumber to consciousness. The room was bathed in a warm, morning light that cast dancing patterns on the walls.

As he stretched and yawned, his gaze drifted toward the chair by the window. To his surprise, he saw Gretchen seated there, her form silhouetted by the soft morning sun. Her fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders like a molten waterfall, and she was hunched over a stack of documents, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.

TJ blinked in disbelief, momentarily disoriented before the memory of last night flooded his mind. "Hey, Gretch." he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

She turned her head slowly, her eyes met his with a mix of orneriness and joy. "TJ, you're awake," she said with a smile on her face.

"Yeah," he replied as his concern grew, "What did we do?"

Gretchen hesitated for a moment, then sighed and placed the documents aside. "I couldn't take it anymore. Watching you with others, knowing what you... your cock did to them. After being raped by Mark, which wasn't good sex even when I wanted it, the thought of you with Angela or whoever else was just too damn much. I was angry that you weren't able to rescue me. I decided to take what I wanted. Do you hate me?"

TJ rubbed his eyes, sitting up in bed. "First, if the roles were reversed cops would be involved and I'd be looking at a long time in prison."

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "I know, but that doesn't answer my question. Do you hate me?"

TJ pushed back the blankets on the bed, his nakedness coming into full view of his cousin. "No, I don't hate you - but I need to ask where do we go from here?"

Gretchen's eyes dropped to his cock. "I knew when I saw you in your running shorts that you had something special. I watched you with so many others. I don't know where we go from here. What I do know is if you don't put that thing away, I'm going to fuck you again, right here - right now."

He swung his legs out of bed and reached for a pair of sweatpants.. "I guess we have plenty of time to talk while driving home."

Gretchen stood, her full tits silhoutted underneath her t-shirt, her stiff nipples holding Gray's gaze. "Or..."

TJ laughed, "Are you going to be an insatiable troublemaker?"

Gretchen chuckled, "Women would sell their soul for an hour with that amazing cock. I confess I am addicted. Should I kneel in confession, Sir?"

TJ laughed, "No, not now. We have a mission and the mission comes first." Gray shook his head, "Slut."

She walked up to him, her hand dropping to his Gray sweatpants and groping his cock, "No, not a slut - but I am a cock whore for what you do to me."

Gretchen's eyes dropped, with just a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. "I'm sorry, TJ."

Gray chuckled, "No you aren't. Don't lie."

Gretchen winked at her cousin, "You're right. I don't suppose I can talk you into joining me in the shower?"

TJ shook his head as he walked to the bathroom of his hotel room. "Mission first, Gretchen, mission first."

The two took separate showers, met in the lobby and checked out of the hotel before heading to find breakfast and to talk about their next move.

Gretchen thought that approaching Elaina first would make the most sense since she was the one that needed convincing. TJ wanted to talk to the "Good Reverend," first since he had the most to lose. In the end as the cousins discussed back and forth their next move was decided with the very scientific method of rock, paper, scissors. Gray won, meaning that a trip to Cherry Orchard Fellowship was coming up after they finished eating. morning arrived with a muted sunrise, casting a gentle orange glow across the serene countryside.

As they were eating Gretchen cocked her head, "So, pegging. Like Elaina was doing. I guess that's a turn on for some guys."

TJ shrugged as he sipped his coffee, "I will never question someone else's kinks as I have my own. However, it's never been something that appealed to me. As they say, I do not have control issues, I bought the whole damn subscription."

The journey was a quiet one, the only sound was the soft crunch of the tires over the compacted snow on the freshly plowed roads. TJ navigated the winding roads until they came to the large warehouse-like structure on the edge of town.

Gray shook his head, "What happened to cathedrals and basilicas? This looks like a bunch of pole barns in an asphalt farm field."

Gretchen shrugged, "They spend all of their money on bands and fog machines - no need to invest in architecture when your entertainment quotient beats out everyone else in town."

The two parked the car and approached the Cherry Orchard Fellowship doors. Big glass doors under a drive through canopy. There was even a sign announcing valet parking for both the 8 AM and 11 AM "Festival of Faith." When they stepped from the morning sunshine into the shadow of the car port the chill of the breeze reminded them of their task.

Gray pushed the doors open into an entryway that would have competed with any corporate office. A receptionist sat behind a large half circle desk with monitors that were attached to camera's outside. Behind her on the wall was a large carving of a cherry tree with the name of the congregation and beside that were two other sets of glass doors.

One read, "Festival of Faith," and the other read, "Office Suite." TJ walked up to the attractive young lady and said simply, "We are here to see Mr. Carter."

The brunette smiled as her eyes sized up the two visitors. "Do you have an appointment?"

TJ shook his head, "No appointment, but we are here to see him."

Exasperatedly the young receptionist spoke a well rehearsed verbatim. "Our global pastor is a very busy man, if you wish to speak with him you need to make an appointment. Let me consult with his administrative deacon and see when his next available time to meet would be."

TJ shook his head, "He will see us. Tell him we have information about the trespassers last night at the Old Mission Retreat Center."

Gretchen looked around the gathering space. She was used to being in church buildings with portraits of the Last Supper, Icons of the faith, statues of Jesus or Mary. Here, all she saw were large pictures of the charismatic Global Pastor, Kyle Carter, advertisements to buy his book, and carvings of the same cherry tree that was behind the receptionist desk.

The young receptionist didn't know what to do. Every instinct told her to press the emergency button hidden on the floor under her desk which would alert building security as well as the local 911 dispatch center. Something in the way the man standing in front of her looked at her gave her an unspoken warning that doing so would be a mistake.

Instead she called back to the "Administrative Deacon" who told her that the Pastor was too busy to see anyone and that they should go online and request a meeting through the congregation's web page.

The receptionist relayed the message, TJ smiled. "Tell the good Reverend that he can see me, or I will take the evidence of the trespassers last night to the local police and newspaper."

2 minutes later two large men with no necks entered the gathering area. TJ had been around enough to know that this was part of the paid security staff. From the looks of them Gray surmised that the two were once probably local high school athletic stars who didn't have the brains to do much in the intellectual fields, didn't have the talent or discipline to be a star at the next level and were mired in boredom and petty crime in the area until their lives were miraculously saved by Pastor Kyle - and helped out by a good salary without much responsibility.

The first guard, a burly man with a scowl, pointed a beefy finger at TJ. "The Global Pastor has asked you to leave. This is private property."

The second guard, a younger version of the first, had a nervous twitch just under his left eye. He attempted to appear intimidating but only managed to fidget uncomfortably.

TJ smirked, "I don't really think that's what Carter wants. I am trying to keep this conversation civil and professional. However, if he wants to play this another way we can certainly move things in that direction."

The two were used to people being anxious and uncomfortable in their presence were coming to the realization that they were clearly out of their depth. Attempting to regain control of the situation, the burly guard stepped closer to TJ Gray, puffing out his chest. "You don't just waltz in here and make accusations. You'll leave now, or we'll make you leave." He stuck two fingers into TJ's chest - that was a mistake.

Faster than the second guard could track, Gray grabbed the larger guard's hand, bent it awkwardly and pulled it close. The older guard screamed in pain as TJ started to lead him to the doors that led into the office suite. "Walk with me and open the doors or you will find out just how good the health insurance is because I will break your wrist in about 6 places. Do I make myself clear?"

The second guard started to react so Gray bent the first guard's wrist a bit more causing him to scream. TJ turned his gaze, "When I snap his wrist he will be of no use to me and I may be a bit more angry when I deal with you. I'd stand down, son."

As they stood at an impasse the doors to the office suite opened and none other than Pastor Kyle Carter entered into the reception area. His eyes tried to show confidence but his body language resonated with fear. Gray smirked when he saw the dichotomy written all over the 'good reverend.' "Now, gentlemen, there is no need for violence."

He looked at Gretchen and TJ, "State Representative Inman understood that I needed to leave our phone call early to handle church business. Let's all go somewhere quiet."

Pastor Carter turned to the receptionist. "Please let the staff know we will be in the Orchard Conference Room."

It took Kyle a minute to regain his composure before he ushered them into the office wing, down the hall into The Orchard Conference Room. From the change in pressure when the door opened and closed Gray knew they were in a room that was designed to be soundproof and Gray imagined also blocked electronic signals. Much like an ecclesiastical version of a SCIF.

Pastor Carter had been all arrogance and smiles when he greeted the cousins and escorted them down the hallway. Gray wondered if the exaggerated bravado and volume of his voice was normal or if the 'good reverend' was projecting for the show of it.

TJ didn't have to wonder for long. The door to the conference room had no sooner closed than Kyle Carter's calm and confident demeanor broke into rage, "What in the fuck do you want? Who the hell do you think you are barging into this holy space like this? Do you know who in the fuck you are messing with?"

Kyle's face was flaming red, his ears almost glowed, he was so angry. TJ just smiled and let Carter rant and rave. After a couple of minutes TJ nodded slightly. "Are you done?"

Pastor Carter wasn't done as he telegraphed a haymaker right hand that TJ easily blocked aside and countered with a short punch into Kyle's solar plexus which doubled him over and knocked the will to fight out of him.

Gray turned to his cousin, "I have no clue how a place like this has so many people gathering for worship, they don't seem very welcoming at all." TJ reached down and helped Kyle Carter into a chair.

When he finally caught his breath Kyle looked up, "What do you want?"

TJ sat down next to him, spread his legs a bit and put his elbow on his knees as he leaned forward. "What I want and what I need are two very different things. If you need to know what I want I'll tell you."

Carter moaned as TJ continued, "I have known some amazing men of God. Chaplains who would drop with us into hell and would have gladly given up everything to protect their flock. Guys like you give them a bad name. Telling people if they just give more then God will love them more - all the while sucking up the riches of hard working, decent people. What I want is to do is drag your ass to the top of this building, throw you off the side and see if you have given enough of your resources for your god to save you. Are you sure you want to know what I want?"

Gretchen flinched, this was a side of her cousin that she had not seen. His voice did not waver, his eyes did not blink and there was zero emotion in his tone. She knew that Gray was serious and if this had been a village in Afghanistan or a city in Iraq and not Traverse City, Michigan the conversation may have been had on top of a building.

Carter groaned again, "Then what do you need?" TJ leaned back and smiled and pulled out his camera from the previous evening and pushed play. Two minutes into the video Kyle sighed, "Turn it off. What do you need?"

TJ chuckled, "That's the good news. What I need is Elaina Mitchell, in this office in very short order."

Carter shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

TJ shrugged, "Well, then I guess we do it the difficult way."

Kyle tried to sit up straighter, "Difficult?"

Gray smirked, "Yeah. That means when I leave here I will have my IT person who has already hacked your database send a copy of this to every email address on your server. Then he will forward a copy to the local newspaper and all of the television stations from Lansing to Detroit. Plus, we have this amazing technology that will cause it to start playing on the computer in your wife's classroom."

Carter gasped, "Who are you?"

TJ looked at Gretchen, "Finally, he asks a pertinent question." His gaze turned again to Carter as his eyes hardened, "I'm your St. Michael and I am here to drive your demonic ways to hell. I need to talk to Mitchell, but if you are in the way I have no problem destroying you to get what I need."

Gretchen finally spoke up, "When Mrs. Mitchell arrives, I will also need your staff to bring in a printer. She has some things to sign."

Pastor Carter sighed, "I'll need to leave this room so that my cell phone can get a signal."

TJ stood and smiled, "Good, I need to stretch my legs, let's take a little walk."

Gray followed Carter to his office and pull a burner flip phone out of his desk. He turned it on, waited and hit a speed dial number. TJ guessed it was probably the only number on the phone.

After a few rings Carter started to speak when Gray took the phone from him. "Elaina, I have a video recording of you fucking the good pastor in the ass last night. You can come to the church to see for yourself or take a good look at the video on the 6 o'clock news." TJ cut the call, tore the phone in half and used his hell to smash it into the cherry wood floors in Carter's office.

TJ patted him on the back, "See, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

It did not take long for a staff member to bring a printer into the Orchard Conference Room allowing Gretchen to pull out her laptop and print off all of the legal documents that Mrs. Mitchell would need to sign. 30 minutes later the guard whose wrist was still fully functional escorted Elaina Mitchell into the room.

Elaina looked very different, fully dressed in her professional attire than she did last night, naked except for the 7 inch strap on dildo around her waist. Tall and statuesque,,piercing ice-blue eyes, raven-black hair that framed her pale, angular face. Elaina entered with an air of sophistication.

She looked at Carter then at Gray, "What's this about?"

TJ smiled as he dimmed the lights. The video conference screen flickered to life and the video of the previous evening's rendezvous began to play.

Carter scrambled to the wall to push two fairly well concealed buttons just inside the doorway. TJ smirked, "Now that we have the camera's turned off, we can begin."

As the lights came back up Elaina cocked her head, "I know you. You are..."

TJ didn't let her finish. "I am the man your brother was killed trying to rescue. I was at Damian's funeral. I made a promise that day that I would protect Ashley and the girls until I died. Simply put Mrs. Mitchell, trying to evict her was a mistake. A mistake I am here to correct."

Elaina's face turned to stone, "That house has been in my family for generations. We have a right to it."

It was Gretchen's turn to shine, "The house will remain in your family. From Ashley to the girls. Also, and I'm sure this is just coincidence, that plans for a strip mall with the prominent tenant, a coffee shop owned by this congregation were filed just last week with the county."

TJ chuckled, "Coincidence, I'm sure."

Mrs. Mitchell's face showed no emotion, "You have no proof except for the hollow promises of a grieving father."

Gretchen walked across the room and allowed her fingers to trail along Elaina's jaw line, "Your boyfriend likes to take it in the ass from a small strap on. Tell me, do you like to eat pussy as well?"

Elaina wanted to slap the taste out of Gretchen's mouth, but knowing what she did about TJ's history thought better of it. "That's not a small strap on, but to answer your question, 'No, I don't eat pussy.'"

Gretchen moved behind Elaina and pushed her hair away from her ear and began to whisper, "I'm going to put some paperwork in front of you. You are going to sign it like a good girl. That signature will allow Ashley and the girls to remain in that house until such a time that Ashley may remarry at which time it will pass to the oldest daughter. If both daughters are married by the time Ashley remarries then the property returns to you."

Gretchen slid her hands down Elaina's shoulders to cup her breasts, "Trust me Elaina, compared to at least one man in this room, that strap on was miniscule."

Elaina had never been treated like this. She was a powerful mover within the city and this woman was treating her like a piece of meat and ordering her around. "If I don't?"

Gretchen stood and laughed, the gentle teasing nature of her voice gone. "Then, Mr. Gray will shove his much larger cock up your ass and treat you like you treated Pastor Kyle and I will release this video to every television market in the state."

Elaina hissed, "This is fucking blackmail."

Gretchen reached into her bag and produced a blue pen, clicked it open and handed it to Elaina. "I prefer the term persuasion. Now, sign and we will be on our way."

Frustrated, Elaina signed all of the documents in front of her.

Gretchen again moved behind the Ice Queen and kissed up her neck, "Thank you, pet. Just so you know you agreed with Ashely's claim on the house and renounced your right to it just as I said. However, you also signed a document that at any time a neutral mediator deems that you have harassed either Ashley or your niece's you agree to a fine of $100,000 per violation."

Elaina growled, "You are a fucking bitch."

Gretchen smiled, "Yes, yes I am." Gretchen walked to face Elaina and lifted one of her hands and placed it on Gretchen's breast, "But when you pull out your vibrator tonight and cum over and over - and trust me you will. My guess is you won't be thinking about fucking the Pastor's ass, but instead about eating my pussy."

Elaina stood, "We are through here."

Gretchen's laugh caused everyone in the room to turn their heads, "No, cunt. We are not through here until I say we are through here. Get on your fucking knees."

Elaina's face paled, "Pardon me?"

Gretchen's hand shot out and took Elaina's raven black hair in her fist, "I said, 'On your fucking knees, cunt."

Elaina was a woman who was very accustomed to being in control. Realizing she had no control she slowly slipped to her knees.

The rough carpeted floor jarred the powerful business woman back to her new reality.