I wiped a way a bit of sweat while I walked beside Ashley towards the meeting room. This was going to be my first time meeting the rest of our group. I felt like I was in a new high school again, being the new girl and being too nervous to talk much with anyone. Too afraid of making mistakes.

"Are you sure they'll..." She smiled.

"They'll be happy to see you, Kelly, I promise."

I twirled a lock of my hair.

"If you say so."

"Don't worry about it," Ashley said with a giggle. "One of the Black Temple members will be present to oversee the meeting. If you feel jittery, just ask to see her pendant and she'll take care of the rest."

That made me feel a bit calmer.

"It'll all be fine. I know it's a bit sudden. We only met three days ago and here you are."

"Thanks. I think you'd be happy to hear that I had sex with my husband that night as your ordered."

"Oh? And how was it?"

"Well, it was a school night and the girls were in the house, so I decided to suck Ryan off for the first time."

Right as we got to the door, Ashley stopped and crossed her arms, giving me a naughty smile.

"Tell me everything."

"His cock tasted better than I thought it might. I was nervous about swallowing so he came on my face."

"How did it feel?" I shivered at the memory.

"Warm, globby. I think it'll take us a while but I don't think it'll be too long before I'm ok with it going...you know."

"Down the hatch?" she asked. I nodded. 

"Honestly, I wish I did it earlier." 

"You've done a good job. Our masters will be pleased." I smiled.

"Yes. I am eager to please them." She opened the door and I saw fifteen women seated at a large table in front of a projection screen and a statue of Baphomet sitting cross legged beside it. Standing near a desk under the projection screen was a young woman in a business suit. Ashey walked over to her and kissed a ring on her hand then turned to the audience.

"Everyone, I want you to meet the newest puppet of the Satanist agenda. Please give Kelly Sharp a big hand." They smiled and clapped. I turned red. She turned and bowed to the woman in the suit then to the statue.

"This is Blaire, our overseer from the Dark Temple." I bowed to her and she chuckled.

"It's always nice to meet a new Mephisto Mom," she told me. 

"Thank you, mistress. It's a pleasure to meet one of my superiors." I looked at her ring. It was a silver goat's head with blood red rubies for eyes. I slowly turned to Ashley.

"S-should I..." She nodded and I bent down to kiss Blaire's ring. For a second or two, I lost myself in its eyes. Blaire lifted my chin up with her finger.

"That will be all, Kelly. Take a seat."

"Y-yes..." I sat down in an office chair in the front row while Ashley stood beside Blaire. 

"Alright ladies, our masters wish for me to impart the following lesson to you. The topic of this week's meeting is a Mephisto Mom's relationship with her local church." She tapped a button on an open laptop and the first slide of a presentation came up. It showed a picture of a packed church with a picture of a woman wearing a pentagram collar next to it.

"Some of you may feel that there is no point for a Mephisto Mom to leave the church she attends. That cannot be any further from the truth. You will continue to go to church, but you will serve as informants for our masters. You will attend services in order to gather information to be relayed back to the Dark Temple. You will seek out potential Mephisto Moms from among the congregation and inform us of them. Repeat after me: Sundays are for surveillance."

"Sundays are for surveillance," we replied. 

"Excellent," Ashley said. She clicked the laptop gain and a picture of a woman with eyes like camera lenses appeared on the screen.

"A Mephisto Mom is never bored while at church. She is constantly thinking of how to advance the agenda of her masters and considering every bit of information that comes her way. She is, in effect, their eyes and ears while at church." 

I gave a beaming smile. As a Mephisto Mom, I was to be an informant, a spy. The idea was exhilarating. I shakily raised a hand.

"Yes, Kelly?" Blair asked.

"Will...will we be using, you know, actual spy gear? Hidden cameras, portable mics?"

"I think I understand what you're asking," Blair replied. "You will not be given tech like that, but you will still be able to bring in information for the cult to analyze. You will pay particular attention to church gossip, eavesdropping on conversations if you must. After every church session, a Mephisto Mom reports to her superiors through a phone call, text or email."

"I understand."

"We know that church can be boring after you've become a Mephisto Mom," Ashley told us. "If it helps, you can look over the propaganda we send in the weeks mailing list as a sort of reward once you get the chance to." 

The meeting went on for another half hour, talking about how we were to act while in church, particular topic of interest that could be of use to the cult such as upcoming church events and estimates on attendance rates. When it ended, we all stood up as the last slide of the presentation came up, the same spiral and goat's head that first entranced me. I fell into a familiar feeling of utter peace.

"Whatever you once sought from going to church is irrelevant," said Blair. "You will now go to perform reconnoissance. You will observe, you will inform, you will obey. Observe, inform, obey."

"Observe, inform, obey," we replied. The graphic faded out.

"That should be satisfactory," Blaire said. "I look forward to your reports on Sunday and I will see you next week. Dismissed." We all left the room a minute later. As I got to my car and started to call Ryan to tell him I'd be home soon, I found myself really looking forward to church in a few days.