by Quan Millz
“Nah,” I replied with a raised brow.
“Girl, you must live under the rock. You do realize Pastor Wilson is the real deal. You should talk to him.”
“Yeah, but he just seems so busy,” I said. I actually hadn’t seen him in over a week. Then I started to think – Jessica – I hadn’t hit her up in some time either. I wonder if she was still messing with his ass.
Speaking of which – since I had been volunteering down here, it was blowing me how much this man was so charming. He had his way with people. I couldn’t lie. He was really smooth with it. I can kind of see how Jessica got caught up with his ass. I wonder if he was fucking anyone else around here. Shit, who knew, but all I knew this man was putting on a front big time. I wasn’t gonna run my mouth though ‘cuz unlike Kiara, I ain’t no fucking snitch. Besides, it is what it is. ALL men fuck other women. Even pastors…
“Yeah, he might be busy, but Pastor is very generous. He might be able to lend a helping hand. You should talk to him really…”
“I’ll have to see…I’m sorry I’m dishing out all of my problems to you, Rebecca.”
“Girl! Stop it! We are cool. You can talk to me about anything.”
I leaned in and gave Rebecca a hug. She was a nice lady and I truly did enjoy our conversations when we volunteered together.
We made our way back into what Pastor Wilson called the “strategy room”. The storefront we were in used to be a daycare apparently. So far there were about fifteen us volunteers who made phone calls all day long. We at foldable tables that formed a massive “U” shape. We all worked off laptops.
I sat back down in my seat, opened up my laptop and put my headset back on. Just as I was about to start calling folks again, I saw Pastor Wilson saunter through the front door. My mouth dropped. This man wasn’t dressed like he was ready to deliver a sermon but deliver some dick!
Pastor Wilson had on a tight-fitting short-sleeve black shirt that hugged his semi-muscular, thick frame. Nigga’s biceps were out and built. So, I knew for sure he definitely hit the gym from time to time. Wow! He had on a pair of jeans. Some dress shoes were on his feet. They looked like some Bruno Maglis. Of course, he still had that Rolex on. Seemed like it got shinier, too. His thick Prada cologne wafted in the air. I couldn’t lie – I was getting slightly turned on from the aroma. I loved the way cologne smelled. Girl! SNAP OUT OF IT! Eww! That was someone’s granddaddy! Yeah, let me stop thinking such nastiness. Just EWW!
“Good morning, everyone!” he announced with a huge smile stretched across his broad face.
“Good morning, Pastor,” a few replied nonchalantly. That was because most were still on phone calls.
Pastor Wilson threw a stare at me and then made his way over to me. “Hey there, Ms. Spearman. Haven’t seen you in some time. How’s it been? You gettin’ a hang of things?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. This is easy work.”
“Yeah, she’s killing it, Pastor,” Rebecca commented. “She’s one of the best volunteers here. She’s a beast when it comes to calling up donors.”
“Wow! That’s good to hear! You have monumental purpose, young lady.”
“Thank you,” I replied bashfully.
“Pastor Wilson…Ms. Nashawna didn’t know you were an attorney as well. She might need some legal advice…,” Rebecca then said.
Pastor Wilson paused for a moment and then glanced back down at me. “What seems to be the issue?”
“It’s about my son.”
“Let’s talk in private if you don’t mind…”
“Okay,” I replied. I got up and we both walked to an empty office in the far end of the storefront.
Once we got inside the unfurnished office, Pastor closed the door. “So what seems to be the issue?” he asked.
“Well, I’m going through it with my mama. She’s trying to get full custody over my son…”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “What happened?”
“It’s a long story…”
“I love long stories. Let me hear it and I’ll see how I can help…”
“Well, about a year ago, my son fell down the stairs at my apartment building. He had a bruise on his arm. Now, my mama and I had already been going through some issues ‘cuz I let her borrow a thousand dollars for me so she could get a car. When she didn’t want to pay me back and I threatened to sue her, that was when she called DCFS on me. Then next thing you know she told them about how I did this, did that, bleh bleh.”
“Did this and that like what?”
“Like, said I hadn’t been taking him to therapy. That I stripped—” SHIT! I clutched my mouth realizing I just dropped that nugget of info that Pastor probably didn’t know. “I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“It’s okay, Nashawna. I already know…”
“You know what?”
“That you used to be a dancer…”
I paused for a moment. I got nervous and gulped. “How you know?”
“I do my homework on everyone around here. Plus, I can’t have no one ruining my campaign.”
“So…You okay with me and my background?”
He chuckled and licked his lips. “Of course…I mean, it’s not like you still dance…Do you?”
I was silent for a moment. Then I said, “No…I can’t. My plea deal won’t allow it.”
“Okay, well, we all have a past…”
Silence entered the room. Pastor Wilson smiled and then said, “So, it sounds like you need a lawyer.”
“Yeah, I do…”
“I can represent you pro-bono.”
“What that mean?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I’ll take on your case for free.”
“Really? For free?” Was he fucking with me? Who did shit for free? Nah, I knew this was going to come with strings attached. I could feel it! My stomach growled just thinking of what he was going to say next.
“Yes…Free…” Then he paused. “Well, not really. Nothing in life is free. I won’t charge you a dime, but I do have a request though if I take on your case.”
“And what’s that?” Butterflies filled my stomach. I knew what he was about to ask. He looked me up and down as he held his arms by his elbows. His eyes turned into a seductive slatted gaze. He let out a slight chuckle and uttered, “You already know what I want…”
Chapter Eleven
I stood there silent. My breathing intensified. My heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. “I, ummm…You want me to suck yo dick?”
Suddenly, Pastor Wilson’s mouth dropped . He frowned. “Excuse me? What did you say?!?”
I grabbed my mouth and quickly apologized. “Oh, I’m so stupid, Pastor Wilson! I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean that. I just—”
“Young lady, I was going to ask if you could work for me full-time!” Pastor interjected with anger still laced in his tone. “I’m a married man. Faithfully married for fifty years!”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I just didn’t. I, ummm, I…It was just the way you said it! And the look you gave me!”
“Ms. Spearman!” Pastor growled as he rapidly shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises ASAP. I do not condone that type of behavior or any allusion to it. AT ALL!”
“NO! Please! Pastor Wilson! I didn’t mean that! Please! I really need this job!”
“Ma’am! Please! Just leave! That was totally inappropriate! And I thought you may have learned your lesson and changed your irresponsible ways. You have much to learn about the real world. This is not the streets or the strip club. So, on that note, I’ll have Pastor Wilkins inform your PO of the hours you’ve completed thus far. Have a nice day and immediately see your way out!” he said then quickly stormed out of the office.
I stood there perplexed! I couldn’t believe I just did that stupid shit! BITCH! You are stupid. Tears suddenly escaped my eyes. I ran out of the office and back to my desk.
Rebecca saw me crying and she asked, “What’s wrong?!
?”
I didn’t say anything. I just grabbed my shit and left. Fuck this place!
“Bitch! Fuck him and that stupid ass church!”
“HAHAHAH! Girl, why the fuck would you just outright and say that silly shit?!?! What the fuck was going through your head!”
“Bitch, I’on know?!? It was just the way he asked and said it. It was like he was trying to bait me! Like it was a set-up question!”
Soon as I got “fired” from my volunteer position, I ran my mad ass back home. I was on the verge of just saying fuck it! Let me do what I do best and go back to this hoe shit! But I had to calm myself down. I had to keep my mind together otherwise if I fucked around and made a stupid ass decision, I was gonna head straight to prison.
I had just called Jessica to tell her what the fuck happened and she thought this shit was funny. I DIDN’T! My livelihood was on the line.
“Ughhh! Bitch! Of course, he wasn’t going to be like, 'yeah, come suck dis dick'! He’s a PASTOR! A politician! Nigga has a law degree! He’s smarter than that! He probably thought YOU were trying to set his ass up!”
“Bitch, whatever! And this ain’t funny!”
“Yes the fuck it is! I mean, I know you needed the money but shit! See, yo ass ain't got no type of social skills. You spent so much time in the club, you think all niggas think the same way. BESIDES, I thought I said he was MY nigga?!? Why would that even cross your mind if he was going?!?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I was pressed against the fucking wall! I was vulnerable. I was thinking about all the shit my mama putting me through and I needed real help. I felt like he baited me!”
“Girl, you baited yourself!”
“Fuck you!”
“WHAT?!? You know what. On that note, I’mma let yo ass chill ‘cuz you on one.” Jessica hung up the phone.
I smacked my teeth and threw my phone off to the side. I was starting not to like her raggedy ass anymore either. That bitch was super-fake and phony. Here she was, trying to make me look like a stupid ass slut, yet when she was the one out here letting some old ass, fake ass Pastor fuck her.
Granted, I understood why she was doing what she was doing, but she showed no sympathy for the situation I was just in. It was like she thought this shit was a joke. This was my livelihood at the moment and suddenly it was taken away from me all because of one big mistake that came out of my mouth. And then, ughh, I could only imagine what Pastor Kevon was gonna tell Rasheeda, too. UGHH! I just dreaded a phone call from her ass.
No! Fuck that! Nah! I wasn’t gonna let that fuck nigga just fire me over a simple mistake! I knew now what I had to do. And I didn’t give a fuck if I was gonna lose Jessica as a friend permanently. She was too shady at times for me, any damn way.
Now, I know I told ya’ll I wasn’t no damn snitch, but hey – guess what?!? REAL BITCHES GOTTA DO WHAT THEY GOTTA DO!
Pastor Wilson was about to meet the real me. Not the nice “Ms. Nashawna Spearman”. Nah, nigga, yo ass gon meet Ms. NuNu! Fuck nigga gon realize my coins ain’t for play play.
Chapter Twelve
“Yeah, keep suckin’ that shit, you nasty lil bitch you,” Pastor Wilson moaned on the video as Jessica went up and down his dick.
It was a video he took and actually had sent it to her. Shit was amazing.
All I could see was Jessica slobbering up and down his shaft. This bitch sucked his dick like she had a gun held to her head and her hoe ass life was on the fucking line! Jessica’s ass wasn’t lying though. Pastor Wilson had a dick the size of a brick!
Pastor Wilson sent her the secret video through SnapChat thinking the shit was going to go away after a certain amount of time and she would never have access to it again. Nigga thought he was so smart and slick, even for a man in his seventies. But what his old, stupid ass didn’t realize was that you could use an app to download SnapChat videos before they expired.
And her ass did just exactly that! She downloaded the video and saved it to her iCloud. Like I said, yes, the bitch was smart. She was going to use the video as evidence in case some shit popped off between them. But here was where the stupid bitch messed up. She also sent the video to me! Guess it was her way of having back up in case something happened to her. She needed someone who she ‘trusted’ to hold onto the video. So, she sent it to me thinking she could trust me.
But now that I was out of a fucking job and I knew I was gonna get chewed out by that damn DA Rasheeda, I was going to use my copy of the video to expose Pastor Wilson's ass. Sorry, Jessie! Can't trust NOBODY in these streets, boo boo!
Pastor Wilson aka “Chicago’s next Mayor Man Of God” – that was the stupid shit people used to say around the campaign office – was gonna have his entire life fucked once I put this shit all over Facebook, Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter and Tumblr! Fuck nigga ain’t gon see it coming. Might even drive his ass into having a heart attack.
But here is where he might have some saving grace... I was gonna show the video to him, actually. See what he had to say about it.
And then I was going to demand he pay me $300,000 in CASH. Why three-hunned k? Shit, I’on know. It just sounded like a big ass number. A number big enough for me to pay off my car note and pay my rent in full for the next two years. And then I could also get a lawyer so I could get custody back over my son. Yup! This nigga was about to feel sorry for quickly letting me go. Nigga said he did his homework on me, so he ain’t know I was Chi-town’s number one finesser?!? Obviously NOT!
I continued to watch the video as I shook my head watching this dude nut all over Jessica’s face. This bitch looked straight stupid letting this old man do this to her, too. Granted, I didn’t mind letting a nigga nut all over my face from time to time. I’d only do that for a nigga I was in love with. But Jessica – her ass got a whole ass fiancee and two kids. It was fucking pathetic she was letting this old ass nigga do all this to her just for some money while her nigga and kids thought she was just a legit, hardworking hustler.
“Bitch, you like that! You like that piss all over yo face, you lil nasty bitch!” Pastor Wilson groaned as he then sprayed peepee all over Jessica’s face.
I suddenly gasped and clutched my damn chest, bitch! That shit was FOUL! “EWW! NO, BITCH! YOU LET THIS NIGGA PISS ON YOU?!?” I groaned out loud! “HAHAHA! This shit is GOLD! NO PUN INTENDED!”
I exited out of the vide on my phone and then decided it was time to put this plan into action ASAP. I had no time to waste. I needed to execute this shit ASAP before they called my PO and Rasheeda. I quickly threw an outfit back on and then made my way out the door and to my car. Once I got into my car, I sped off to the church.
“Hey, Ms. Debra! Pastor Wilson in his office?” I asked as I approached the church receptionist. By now it was almost two pm.
“Hey, Nashawna! I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s it been?”
“Good! Can’t complain.” “You?” I asked.
“My sista, I’m blessed! Cannot complain. I’m a ten-year breast cancer survivor. God has been VERY good to me!”
“That is good to hear!” I replied with a fake smile. Come on, bitch, where the nigga at! I thought as I wanted this bitch to hurrup.
“Well, let me dial Pastor Wilson and see where he’s at…”
“Okay.” I smiled again. “Tell him it’s urgent…”
Debra dialed Pastor Wilson’s office. “Hey, Pastor Wilson…Ms. Spearman is here to see you. She said it's urgent.”
Debra’s face turned flat. She muzzled the bottom of the phone and tightened her lips. “So, Pastor Wilson wants to know the exact reason why you need to see him. He’s pretty busy he said.”
“Tell him its about my pay.”
Debra unglued her hand from the bottom end of the phone and replied, “She said its about her pay, Pastor…” They talked for a few more seconds and then she hung up the phone. “He said you can see him.”
“Thanks…” I made my way down the hallway of the church’s administration wing. Pastor Wilson’s office
was on the very far end.
I got to the door and knocked three times.
“Come in,” I heard Pastor Wilson say in a low and cautioned tone.
I walked in, my body slightly trembling with fear. But I quickly killed that nervous shit! I was about to be bold as fuck.
“Hey, Pastor Wilson,” I said as I approached his massive oak office desk. Guess he had been reading over some scripture when I interrupted him ‘cuz he had this big ass bible open in front of him.
He glanced up at me and took off his reading glasses. He closed the big ass white bible and then uttered, “Ms. Spearman…I thought I told you that you were not welcome back here.”
“Pastor Wilson, I made a simple mistake. That’s all!” I said now standing in front of him. I rapidly tapped my foot against the floor.
“Oh Really? In all honesty, seems like you were trying to set me up. I am a man of God and a man of the people. You’ve worked with us long enough to know what’s at stake for my election. Why would you even say something like that? I can’t trust someone like you to be around us and in our church,” he said as he sat from behind his desk.
His office was unreal though. I thought Pastor Kevon’s office was nice. But Pastor Wilson’s office was immaculate. For a hot second, my hoe ass thought I was inside of a castle in France or some shit. Like I was about to expose the fuckin’ King of England!
This nigga had this place decked the fuck out like Martha Stewart’s old white ass personally designed this place. A massive chandelier glistened from the center of the ceiling, illuminating the entire office space. Dark mahogany crown molding ran across the walls.
There was a separate den-like area where three long leather black couches formed a U around a coffee table. A big ass hi-def TV attached to one of the adjacent walls glowed in the dimly lit room. Some news on CNN lowly blared.
Truth be told, the office was big enough to be a business in itself. Soon as I walked in, I saw a small kitchenette, a conference room, and even another separate office. Shit, a bitch could live up in here if they wanted to. Wouldn’t surprise me if the nigga also had a secret bedroom up in here, too!
