by Sa'id Salaam
“Dollar Bill! Is that you?” he heard and seized with fear. Whoever knew that name knew too much. He could lose his present and future because of his past.
“That is you!” the man confirmed as he came around and stared up at him.
“Um…” Cash frowned trying to place the vaguely familiar face.
“Now don’t tell me you don’t remember me!” he said putting his hand on his hip. He quickly caught himself and straightened up. “Earl, from Memphis. Pastor Paul.”
“Is that you? Wow, you look so different!” Cash exclaimed. It was true now that he was twenty years older and slightly heavier with a mustache and goatee combination surrounding his mouth. The last time he’s seen him he’d had his dick in that same mouth.
“Yup, it’s me! That’s my wife Donna, my son Henry, and my daughter LaDonna,” he said proudly.
“Hello,” Cash said with a smile and a wave at his family. “I see a lot has changed.”
“Everything… has changed!” Earl confirmed to include his sexuality. His grandmother didn’t play that gay stuff and had forced him straight. Now he was married with kids and doing well for himself. “Oh, and I’m the choir director at Greater First Baptist Church in Lithonia, Georgia.
“You are? That’s great!” Cash exclaimed. This was his way in, and once he was in he would claw his way to the top. “I heard you guys are looking for assistant pastors. I’m trying to come on board. Maybe you could put in a good word for me?”
“You?” Earl reeled back scrunching his face up in disgust. “I don’t know if it’s the right place for you!”
“No?” Cash asked while wearing the same friendly smile, even though internally he’d flown into a rage. Having the same sissy he’d fucked and pimped turn his nose up at him had him thirty-eight hot. Still he was too smooth to show it. “Did you hear about Pastor Paul?”
“Mm hm, got himself killed,” Earl said slightly effeminate at the mention of the man he’d once loved.
“Yeah, but that’s not all,” Cash whispered in a conspiratorial tone. Sissies love secrets so he made it sound like one. It was the same principal as putting a worm on a hook and using it for bait.
“What?” Earl whispered back, taking the bait. He looked around to make sure no one else could hear the secret. What good is a secret if you can’t be the first one to spread it?
“Come on,” Cash suggested and walked off. Earl rushed behind him just like he’d expected.
Cash led the way haphazardly as he searched for seclusion. He wasn’t exactly sure how to play it but knew it had to be private. Kenyatta frowned curiously as he led him past their booth without as much as a side glance. He was on a mission and completely focused.
“Through here,” he suggested as they left the main floor and hit the maintenance area. He tried all the door knobs until one opened and he entered the empty closet. “In here.”
“So wha— argh!” Earl gasped when Cash snatched him into the air by his throat. He pulled at the large hand wrapped around his neck as he kicked his shiny size seven loafers trying to get free.
Cash suddenly forced him down to his knees and went for his zipper. The violence had him rock hard when he freed himself from his slacks. A squeeze on Earl’s throat forced his mouth open and Cash forced his way inside.
“You… don’t… think… I’m… good… enough!” Cash growled as he brutally fucked his face. Earl gagged as tears streamed down his face as Cash slammed into his larynx.
The oral rape only lasted a minute or so before it turned consensual. Old habits die hard and soon the old Earl was reborn. He was soon bobbing and slobbing on the pole like back in the day. He batted his eyes up at Cash as he took over.
“Yeah, that’s the lil’ mama I remember,” he coaxed. Earl really went to work when he saw him pull out his phone to record the action. He wanted a copy for himself so he performed his heart out.
The episode ended with loud gulps that made Cash wonder if Earl wouldn’t be high from all the coke he’d snorted earlier. There had to be some in all the semen he’d just swallowed.
“Now…” Cash said as he got himself together, “You, gon’ get me that position as Assistant Pastor or the whole world gon’ see just how well you suck dick!”
“You wouldn’t!” Earl reeled like an old southern belle.
“Nigga, try me!” Cash dared. “And you better get a mint or something so your little wife don’t smell all that nut in yo’ mouth.”
“Well, can I at least get a copy?” he pouted.
“Sure. Turn your Bluetooth on.”
Chapter 45
Leaving New World Baptist Church behind also meant leaving behind the perks that went along with the job. The transition took a few months which was more than enough time to rape and pillage the church’s assets.
Mother Nancy was well over seventy now and Reverend Cash was still putting the dick to her. One because he liked it and two because she’d sign whatever he said sign after she got a good nut.
The old lady had unknowingly mortgaged all of the church’s assets. First was the house he lived in then came all the rest of the church’s properties. She even took out loans on her own home and then finally the church itself. Having her sign the papers and collect the cash kept Cash out of the picture. He made sure the payments were made until he was officially named as an Assistant Pastor at Greater First Baptist Church. Soon after the banks foreclosed and took what was now theirs.
****
“Shit!” Reverend Cash muttered as he watched Greater First Baptist fill to capacity. The huge dome facility would fill, empty, and fill again.
Having had services of his own to hold this was the first Sunday that he’d got to attend the actual service. The place was impressive empty but seeing it full was surreal. He had to admire Reverend Sanders swag as he came out onto the stage. If he had been wearing a hat he would’ve tipped it in salute. He was determined to do whatever it took to take his spot.
“I am pleased to introduce to you, the newest members of our Greater First Baptist Church family. Our newest Assistant Pastors, Reverend Jack Wilson, Reverend Victor Wheeler, Reverend William Cash…”
With that, his foot was officially in the door. He knew it would be wise to take it slow because only fools rush in. There was so much ass running around but he did the smart thing and didn’t touch any of it. He took his perversions out on Meeka as well as a bevy of strippers and hookers.
His new office was bigger than the old one he’d had at New World Baptist Church, yet he still wasn’t content. This was just a start, he wanted it all.
“Reverend Cash,” his secretary called via phone intercom. He was quite amused by the short pudgy girl assigned to him. She’d made it perfectly clear that she was available but he had his sights set higher than her. Pastor Sanders’ new secretary Anita had a lovely face and a bubble ass that drove him wild.
“Yes, Tammy,” he replied via intercom and then giggled. The high tech devices still amazed him after twenty years in a no tech prison cell.
Your two o’clock family therapy session is here,” she informed. He told her to send them in, so she did.
“Mr. and Mrs. White,” he greeted cordially as the couple in need entered his office. One of his duties was to offer marriage therapy, although he’d never been married himself. He loved hearing their secrets; especially the sexual ones. He could tell at first glance that this was going to be juicy by the embarrassed expression on the wife’s face.
“Rev.,” he replied with a nod while she looked down wringing her hands.
“How can I help you guys?” the preacher asked sounding so sincere.
“Go on and tell him!” the feisty wife dared. It was her idea to take this intimate matter to the church. “Tell him what you tryna do to me. Tell him!”
“You make it sound like I asked you to cut off an arm, or leg or something!”
Reverend Cash stifled a smile and watched the back and forth volley like it was a tennis match. He could ha
ve stepped in to ease things along but what fun would that be. They went a few more rounds before they got to the matter at hand.
“I just think it’s unnatural, unsanitary, and… and… I bet it hurts,” Mrs. White moaned and pouted.
‘Jackpot!’ Cash thought to himself. He was both amazed and amused at how many couples came to the church to settle issues of the bedroom. One would be surprised at how many times he’d had to advise to ‘suck that dick’, ‘eat that pussy’, or ‘let him hit you in the ass’.
“It won’t hurt. We can use a little lube,” Mr. White offered softly.
“Crisco is good,” the preacher heard himself say. It was too late to take it back so he went with it. “Or so I’ve heard. As a matter of fact from what I’ve heard any water based lubricant works well if you’re using condoms. If not any oil based product is fine.”
“Reverend Cash, would you have anal sex with your wife?” Mrs. White asked plainly.
“Well, I’m not married, but if I was I most certainly would. I would do absolutely anything to please my spouse and hope that she would do the same for me,” he said causing Mr. White’s head to nod in agreement. “Does he take care of you? Are the bills paid?”
“Yes, I mean… he’s an excellent provider. I just…”
“Just nothing. Let that man get what he wants. Take a deep breath and…”
“Thank you, Pastor, Sir,” Mr. White cut in. He’d heard enough and stood to leave. “Crisco?”
“Crisco,” he assured them. He watched her wide ass as they left knowing what was in store for it.
“Pastor Cash, choir director needs five minutes with you,” Tammy sang into the intercom.
“Send him in,” he replied. Knowing five minutes wasn’t a lot of time he hurriedly went for his zipper. “You got five minutes.”
“All I need is three!” Earl bragged as he came around the desk and got to work. Exactly three minutes later they happily parted.
“Pastor Cash, you have a young lady on the line who says it’s urgent. Says her name is Meeka,” Tammy announced sounding slightly jealous. Cash didn’t reply, he just took the call.
“Hey, it’s me, Meeka” she said sadly. So sadly that her next words came as no surprise. “My Granny passed away. The people from the bank sold off the church and she had a heart attack.”
“Damn!” Reverend Cash exclaimed. “Sorry to hear that.”
“Quite a few people, including myself wanted you to do her funeral. I know y’all were close and that she would want you to also.”
“Huh? Um. Well… nah… I’m too busy,” he declined. Meeka began to say something else but he’d already hung up.
Chapter 46
Reverend Cash waited and watched for his opening. In the two years that he’d been at Greater First Baptist Church he’d managed to work himself into the middle of the pack. He was making progress but he still had a few rings to climb. He still hadn’t figured out a way to get Reverend Sanders off his throne. He figured his wife to be the chink in his armor and began to follow her.
“And just where are you going Mrs. Sanders?” he wondered out loud as they entered the hood of Southwest Atlanta. She was a long way from the gated estate she lived in with her husband and kids. The plot thickened when she pulled into the raggedy parking lot of a rundown liquor store. He became worried when a couple of the goons in the lot approached the truck. If she got robbed or killed her husband would be a hero/victim and harder to get to. To that end he cocked his large pistol and prepared to come to her rescue.
“Sho’nuff!” Cash laughed when he recognized the obvious drug buy. A young brown teen passed something into the window and got cash in return.
Cash debated over whether or not to follow as she pulled out of the lot and into traffic. He decided that he would follow her again tomorrow, right now he needed to find out what her drug of choice was. He pulled across the street and entered the lot. He looked down at his pistol for comfort as the young dealers rushed his car.
“What you tryna cop?” the quickest dealer asked when he reached the car first. This trap sold everything from marijuana to meth, crack, coke, and smack. Plus a variety of pills and synthetics.
“Let me holla at my man with the braids,” he said pointing at the kid who’d served Teresa Sanders. “I always shop with him.”
“What you need?” the kid asked when he answered the summons.
“Let me get ten sacks of that loud,” Cash replied with a crisp hundred in his hand. He would have just copped one dime but he really was out of weed.
“All I got is hard,” the boy replied and called for one of the other dealers. “Say Milo, this dude want some green!”
“So, what did you just sell that lady in the SUV?” Cash asked offhandedly.
“Shawty on them yams! She be down here err’day! I heard that she even gave Lil’ Red some head once. I think he lying though cuz she spend real good!’’
“Crack! She smokes crack?” Cash reeled in disgust even though he snorted cocaine daily. For some reason people try to say there’s a difference, but there’s not really. It’s like tomato vs tomatoe, same shit.
“What you tryna get?” the weed boy asked when he arrived. He threw in an extra sack in exchange for the hundred.
****
The next day proved the young dealer right as Cash followed Teresa back to the liquor store. Again she copped some dope before leading the way to a nearby motel. Cash parked in the lot and watched as she got a room key. He snapped off a few pictures of her entering a room. They would go nice with the ones he’d already gotten of her buying drugs. Reverend Sanders was on his way out.
Reverend Cash was so giddy about his discovery that he laughed and clapped his hands. Things got even better when a souped up hoopty pulled into the parking lot. The driver made a call on his phone and Teresa opened the door. She stood back but he could still see that she was butt naked. He snapped a few pictures of that too.
“It’s about to go down!” he cheered and snapped more photos of the two sharing an intimate kiss. The church’s First Lady then jumped into the stranger’s arms and closed the door behind them. Cash rushed over to the door and heard the sounds of skin slapping and moaning. The curtain covering the room’s window had a small gap in it allowing the assistant pastor to get a few shots of the two in the act. When Teresa’s head lolled to one side in ecstasy he got that money shot too. The live porn show had him hard as a brick. Luckily the motel was famous for prostitutes.
“Date?” a skinny little crackhead asked. Cash had recently started slanging dick through the congregation so initially he turned his nose up at the offer.
“On second thought, yeah. Sure. Let me just run across the street to the store first,” he agreed.
“I got condoms!” she proclaimed and produced one of the free ones that was handed out by the health department in a futile attempt to stem the spread of STD’s during drug use. Euthanasia was more fitting.
“First of all,” Reverend Cash said and laughed at the tiny condom, “I’m gonna need an extra-large. Oh and some Crisco.”
****
With enough ammo to bury Reverend Sanders, Cash then turned his attention to his right hand man Assistant Pastor Edwin. It was obvious that they were very close which meant that more than likely he’d appoint him as his predecessor after the coup d’etat. To prevent that he needed to find something on him as well.
Reverend Cash got high, got some head, and got laid in his church office on a regular basis. He assumed correctly that all the other assistant pastors did so as well. They did. Everybody was fucking everybody else at Greater First Baptist Church. Tammy had finally given up on Cash and threw the vagina at Reverend Wheeler instead.
Earl had turned into a regular super-head, sneaking in and out of offices delivering three minute blow jobs. Reverend Sanders’ sexy secretary Anita had delivered two babies in the last two years with no man in sight. Speculation ran wild as to who was hitting that. Everyone was doing something so
Cash knew that Edwin had to be as well. Now all he had to do was prove it.
“And… that should do it,” Reverend Cash nodded as he placed the last of the many tiny spy cameras in Edwin’s office. The web was spun via web-cam. Now all he had to do was wait. He wouldn’t have to wait very long either.
****
“Thanks for coming everyone,” Reverend Sanders greeted in such a genial tone one would think that the meeting was optional. It wasn’t. He liked to meet with the assistant pastors on a regular basis. All were required to be in attendance along with their secretaries to take notes.
Cash couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous Anita. He didn’t believe in God but still prayed that she would stand up so that he could get a peek at the fat ass on her. It was so round that it tilted her forward as she sat.
“Whoa, what have we here?” Cash asked himself when he caught the lustful looks passed between Reverend Sanders and Anita. He watched how she watched him as he spoke. He caught how he slightly brushed up against her. There was no doubt in his mind that they were fucking. It made sense since his wife was a crackhead.
This was his way in. If he could get inside Anita then he could push Reverend Sanders out of the way. Now he had an excuse to fuck her.
“So, we all need to head over to Calvary Baptist Church for Reverend Butt’s retirement party today,” Reverend Sanders said in closing.
Cash had been so busy scheming that he hadn’t heard anything that was said after ‘thanks for coming’. He lagged behind playing on his tablet to give everyone a chance to file out of the conference room. He looked at Anita’s bubble butt and claimed it in the name of himself. He then crept down the hall and caught the two bed buddies in a heated, yet subdued argument.
“Well, why not?” Anita demanded.
“You already know good and well why not! You know that my wife and children will be there. You keep forgetting about them,” Reverend Sanders whispered back.
“How can I forget about them when you always make sure to put them before me and our children? Sometimes I think you’ve forgotten about us!”
