Mantle of the Gods

I needed to use the bathroom.

It had been a long car ride and I hadn't had the freedom to relieve myself yet. I looked at my teacher and thought about how I should phrase the question.

“Is there a bathroom close?”

Trent nodded up the hallway, “Around the corner, first on your right. We’ll wait for you.”

“Thanks!” I jogged down the hall and sure enough, there was a restroom right around the corner. I was a little disappointed after I walked in. Part of me had hoped that there were gold toilets and faucets like was rumored, but instead, it was almost exactly like the facilities in the Dispatcher Hub. I did my task then came out of the stall and started to wash my hands. I had just finished when I looked up and saw a short blonde-haired blue-eyed young woman standing behind me. She was absolutely gorgeous and the shirt she was wearing could barely contain her chest and I couldn’t believe how high her skirt was.

She was the first female I’d seen here, not counting Justia. Not that Justia wasn’t pretty. The priest had a rugged tomboy style that was endearing, but this girl looked like something off the cover of a very naughty magazine. I swallowed as I turned to my left and began to dry my hands. A quick glance to the right confirmed that there were urinals.

“I think you have the wrong bathroom.” I pointed towards the urinals, “This is clearly the men's.” My heart was beating faster as she slowly pushed up against me her breasts squishing into my chest which drew almost all of my attention but not so much that I wasn't able to hear her purr into my ear.

“I'm right where I need to be.”

Just her voice alone was almost enough to make my legs weak. She began running her hand over me seductively, which sort of confused me. I’d never been able to attract the attention of women before, and with this one, I hadn’t even tried and she was coming on to me.

Her finger danced up to my chin as I let her have her way. It was like I was hypnotized, but knew it. I didn’t care because I felt like I was the center of the Universe.

“You must be a pretty big deal.” She slid to the side so she could whisper in my right ear. It felt like music floating into my brain, “What year are you?”

“First year…” My hands started to move on their own and I found myself gripping her shoulder, trying to pull her closer.

She pulled away from a kiss and batted her eyes at me, “Only a first year and you’ve been in the ArchBishop’s office already?” She clucked her tongue, “You must be a very. Very. Bad boy.”

I shook my head as she pulled away, my fingers running down the length of her arms. I didn’t want her to leave. “No! The ArchBishop thinks I’m special!”

Her face said she didn’t believe me, so I kept going.

“It’s true! He brought in some bigshot teacher named Trent Vowler to teach me!”

That got her attention.

“And why did he do that?” She ran one finger up my throat and stopped at my chin.

“Because…”

The bathroom door opened and it was like a spell had been broken. My head felt clearer as we both turned to see who had just walked in.

“What is the meaning of this?” The ArchBishop roared as he pulled the blonde off of me, “You haven't been here for five minutes and you're already fornicating with some…” he squinted at the blonde, “Some random woman!”

The woman whose name I didn’t even know grinned widely apparently amused by the trouble that she had got me in.

“If you needed relief that badly.” The ArchBishop took a step back and reached through the door pulling Justia into the bathroom. “I'm sure she will be more than happy to help you instead of…” He squinted at the blonde.

“Bridget,” she offered her name.

“Get out!” he pointed at the door

She stood up and slowly walked out the door behind them smiling from ear to ear. Once she left I looked at the audience that was standing in front of me.

“It's not what it looks like,” I tried to think about what had just happened, but the memory of it was foggy.

“If you need her to finish, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to service you.” The ArchBishop sneered.