Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (38 page)

The student
stood right by Saint’s side, mimicking his posture.

“Okay, open your legs a bit wider.” Everyone, including the people behind Saint on the panel, erupted in laughter
as Lance’s discomfort was written all over his face, especially as seen on the monitors. “Relax, man! It’s not that type of party.” This only spurred it on. Lance stood there and spread his feet wider. “Alright, I want you to copy each and every movement I make, okay?”

Lance
nodded as the laugher continued.

Saint removed his jacket and tossed it aside. He then removed his shirt, causing an uproar. “Look,” he burst out laughing himself
, “I’m taking my shirt off because I need Lance and all of you to see my abdominal muscles and my hip muscles as I move.” The host immediately moved a stand-alone microphone closer to Saint so he could be heard.

Lance
nodded in understanding. A few feminine whistles broke the brief silence, causing more laughter.

Saint grinned and waved them off.

“If I was built like you, I wouldn’t need these tips.” Lance said to more cheering from the student body.

Saint smiled, tapped his back and grew serious. “Okay, so here we go. Lift your right foot upward, so it arches…good.”
Lance moved the way he was instructed. “Now, shift your body from your core—your core is your stomach. Watch my abdominal muscles. This is like a dance. You want to move your stomach up and over, up and over, switching sides, back to back.” Saint’s eight-pack, tight abdominal muscles rolled and flexed.

“I feel like a stripper!” Lance
caused Saint to pause and burst out laughing as the crowd joined in.

“Yeah, and you know what
, ladies and gentlemen, he is right. These are tantric movements that I’m teaching Lance. They are often used in exotic dancing. Those stomach roll motions…” Saint put his hands on his waist and made his stomach roll up and down, causing many of the women to burst out in applause. “Yeah.” Saint grinned. “That is something you see strippers do, because it is sexy, it is erotic, and it is how we are supposed to make love. These dancers are vilified when actually they are the best sex teachers on the planet. Go to a strip club and watch the men and women perform. They are showing you how to make love properly. Anyway, this is one of the movements you want to make. It is circular. Feel your hips.” Saint moved his hips from side to side, making them pop and lock seductively, causing more ooohs and ahhhhs from the audience. “That is how we are supposed to make love.
That
should be our default setting, not in and out.

“Curl your lower abs, lift your hips forward and up, forward and up…ye
ah, there you go.” He shot Lance a glance as he made sure the young man was doing it right. “Now, drop your hips down but keep your back straight. Good, you’ve got it man.” Saint continued to expertly sway back and forth. “Lance, keep your pelvis tilted…yes, like that. Everyone listen to this, always keep your pelvis tilted during this maneuver.”

“This is a
damn workout! I might be asleep from exhaustion before I even get to her.”

“It is,” Saint nodded in agreement, “And you want to get used to it, to build up your endurance. Making love
properly
takes a lot of energy, but it is well worth it. The nerves you hit inside of the woman would be tied more to the pulling out of her than going into her, the reason being, the G-Spot is behind the pelvic bone, as most of you know. The head of the penis for many men is the most sensitive. Hence the slang phrase, ‘Can I get a little head?’” Pockets of laughter echoed throughout.

“Okay, now here is another variation. Drop your lower back as you count. You can use three or four, but I’ve found four or five
, actually, to be best. Good, Lance. Now keep going like that. You know how Michael Jackson moved his pelvis. That’s what this looks like, right?”

The audience clapped.

“Your partner will feel that, you move upward inside of her and you will keep caressing her clitoris in the process. Don’t be surprised if she has an orgasm from this movement alone. When you move in, she should move the opposite way so you don’t cancel each other’s movements out. Ladies, if you want to prolong your orgasm, just as men need to, you have to learn self-control. For a better experience, and a prolonged orgasm, which will help increase build-up, there is something very simple you can do. This will lead to a more intense climax, and all you need is to simply lift your face higher. Lift your chin up and look upward, trust me, it works. That strain will pull on the muscles in your neck and shoulders and elongate your spine. When your spine is elongated, it changes the movement of your pelvis. This is why, when we thrust inside, our backs arch, because we are going in. As we withdraw, our back elongates because no one cums in that position. If a man feels himself cumming and he is pulling out, he started
before
the withdrawal, and it is simply continuing.”

Nods of understanding and surprise showed on many faces.

“You can take a break, Lance.”

The young man
smiled and paused as clusters of laughter rang out from the crowd. Saint stopped also, and took a break to explain the concept more in depth.

“So,” Lance huffed
, out of breath, “we can’t cum like that?”

“We don’t ejaculate during a withdraw, we ejaculate while engaged. Now, we may try to pull out for whatever reason, and keep cumming, but the actual
initial emission of semen occurs while thrusting forward, sending messages to our brain that we are deep inside of the woman, so it is time to cum. The same thing happens during masturbation, that first burst of semen occurs while we are pushing our pelvis forward, as we pump our hips, and as our hand moves toward the head, as if we are sheathed inside of the vagina.”

Applause broke out as he explained this in simplistic terms.
He began to sway his hips again, this time popping them harder and harder, causing laughter and what appeared to be many beet red, blushing faces in the crowd.

“
You can vary your thrusts, the depth and speed, but your hips should be rotating with each one of them. This allows you to hit more of your partner’s nerve endings as well as stimulate her G-spot. This is another reason why some women are eager to put their legs around a man’s waist or shoulders during intercourse. This helps mimic those sensations, even when he isn’t doing it because it forces the man to go in at more of an angle. He continued to rotate back and forth as he spoke.

The crowd looked around, their eyes open and seemingly appreciative of the rare gem of information.

“These are hip and core exercises,” Saint clarified. “Okay, now the fast and furious but first, let me say thank you to my assistant, Lance.” Saint shook his hand and the crowd clapped as he returned to his seat. “When you are going fast and hard during intercourse, you are doing several things at once. First, you are leaving no option for yourself but to ejaculate faster rather than later, and that is why it is important to only do this in the last ten or so minutes of intercourse, and only in the last two or three if you have problems controlling your orgasm. The deep, fast penetration can be very exciting, especially if you are able to look into each other’s eyes. It is a powerful position for the man; he is forcing himself completely inside of his partner, or at least as far as he can go without hurting her. If you angle yourself just right, you can make your partner have an incredible orgasm this way. That in and out motion while going fast and hard does absolutely nothing, so avoid it. If you are going to pound her, do it with her needs in mind.”

“Finally, the slow and hard thrusts are also effective at certain intervals. What I mean by slow and hard is what I call ‘the stick and move and stick pause’, technique. It is not something you do right out the gate
. She needs to be very wet and aroused or it could be uncomfortable for your partner, but when she is highly aroused, and you want to,” he ran his finger slowly along his chin, brandishing a mischievous grin, “shall I say, drive your point home, you…”—he extended his arm outward in front of him, as if he were punching the air and left it there —“…are pushing in, and hitting contact. It could be on either side of her walls, preferably upward, where her G-spot is, and you just hang out.” He threw his hands in the air and smiled, walking the stage to and fro. “You just sit there, and you look at her.” He put his finger up to his lips as if to silence the crowd. “And you say…absolutely nothing. You embrace the moment, having pushed deeply within her, and you don’t fucking move…not one damn muscle. You only breathe. You watch her as she takes in the fact that you are fully inside of her body, that you are hitting a sweet spot, that you are looking down at her, and you two are forced the connect! The longer you stare at one another, the stronger the connection becomes.” Saint moved on to his closing statements.

“Remember this. It’s important. We train ourselves. Our
recurrent behaviors are tapes, and we perform them like rituals. To be the best in all that you do, whether it is your career of choice or making love, you must feel the emotions and sensations. All the senses must be
in
on the experience. We must be present in order to fully breathe. Sexual intimacy with our mate is a core connection that transcends the right here and now.

“
It has been a thrill spending time with you all this evening.” He pointed out into the audience. “Whether you want to or not, you are going to change someone’s life, give them back their self-esteem, make them smile a bit more with the promise of hope. There is no sexual problem on this planet that cannot be addressed and improved as long professionals like you, are around. When dealing with sexual dysfunction and healing, we must remember this basic concept as it pertains to the patient, this one thing,” he held his index finger up, “and that is, that man or woman on your chair, paying you two hundred dollars an hour, is a human being, a person, just like you. They’ve come for help, and that is the hardest step of the process. They trust you to help them and if you can’t, they are trusting and believing you know someone who can! I wish you all well, helping to heal one mind, one wayward, obstructing emotion, and one body at a time! May you all be successful in your endeavors and thank you for having me!”

Saint returned to his seat and
sat facing the crowd. Every single person was standing, rocking the place with hearty applause, feverish energy and whistling in his honor…

~***~

“Next week? If you’d let me come tonight, Dad, I would,” Saint said as he nodded to his chief officer of finance and made his way down the long hallway to Jagger’s office.

“I know, but this gives me time to get some things in order. This is serious, Saint.”

“What do you mean get some things in order?”

Saint knew damn well what he meant, but in his typical fashion, he wanted his father to not entertain such foolishness.

“My will, Saint. My obligations, all of it.”

“You won’t need an updated will.”

“Look.” His father sighed. “I know you are confident, but I’ve seen these performed before. You’ve never healed an illness, only injuries. It’s different, son.”

Saint deliberated over his father’s words as he stood outside Jagger’s closed door. He threw on a fake
smile spared a wave for a few passersby. “Well,” he slid his hand in his pocket, trying to appear as calm and collected as possible, trying to convince himself he felt the way he was trying to come across, “I understand all of that, but I have to stay positive. I can’t entertain any of that right now. I’ll book my flight today.”

“Alright, see you later, Saint.”

“…Yeah. I’ll call you tomorrow, alright? To check up on you.”

“That’s fine, talk to you soon.”

They both disconnected the call.

He watched one of the Rainbeaus,
Pierre, get onto the elevator and disappear before rapping on the door in front of him.

“Come in
,” Jagger—Saint’s main man for strategic defense and stratagem answered.

When he opened the door, he walked past the familiar large framed world maps, a bullet shrapnel art piece, a collage of war tattoos with special significance
to the man, and two large plants on either side of his vast, black desk that seemed to play the part of some sort of shrubbery camouflage. Initially, Saint was tickled by the sight, but over the last few months, he’d grown accustomed to Jagger’s unique sense of style of and décor.

Saint stood there a moment, not sure what to do with his body. He suddenly felt awkward
so he paced a bit, glancing occasionally out the window behind Jagger which showcased part of the highway and a large billboard for discount contact lenses.

“Have a seat.” Jagger closed his laptop. “I was just reviewing that case out of Peoria
, Illinois. I’ll fly there eventually to interview the boy.”

Saint nodded in understanding as he took his seat, his
feeling rather stiff.

“You seem uptight. What’s wrong?”

“I need you to come to New York with me next week, man.” He felt like a bowl of melted ice-cream—warm, unwanted and unsightly. He couldn’t believe he had to bring Jagger along simply to control his ass. He knew it was necessary, and he’d promised his father, but Saint’s pride started to gnaw at him and make him feel like a damn fool. “My…father is sick.”