by Sa'id Salaam
Reverend Cash’s name began to ring in paternity questions but they were kept quiet because the church couldn’t stand another scandal. He wrecked vaginas, anuses, and homes at will. Despite all that he was doing to families his favorite pastoral duty was the family counseling.
“Reverend Cash, your one o’clock is here,” Tammy announced.
“Send them in please,” he said sweetly since he knew they could hear him. A few seconds later the attractive family sheepishly entered. “The Hudson family.”
“Yes, sir, Pastor, sir. I’m Ralph, this is my wife Janice, my son Kenneth, and my daughter Shante,” the father said humbly. Cash had analyzed the whole family by the time they sat down in front of his desk.
Dad was a wimp, wife was sexually frustrated, daughter was a little hoe, and the son was gay or about to be he summed up.
“And how can I help you guys?” he asked softly.
“Well, my wife and I are very distant and grow more so by the day. My daughter wants to be a video vixen or…” he said causing the teen to pop her gum even louder and cross her arms over her breast. She then crossed her legs, opening them widely giving the freaky pastor a flash of her white panties. “And I don’t know where to begin with him! My son is…”
“Gay,” the pastor thought to himself. The boy pursed his lips together, folded his arms, and crossed his legs just like his sister had. He could tell that his dad didn’t spend a lot of time with him and so he’d picked up feminine habits and traits from his mother and sister.
“He works all the time. Overtime, double time, triple time, anytime!” Mrs. Hudson sighed desperately. “When he is home he’s too tired to… to… to do anything but sleep!”
“I have to work! You guys want nice things and they cost money! Our big house, money! The cars in the driveway, more money!” Mr. Hudson defended.
“I think I’ll have to spend some time with each of you individually to figure you out first and then as a family. Next Saturday I’ll meet with her and him and then the following week…” Reverend Cash said plotting to divide and conquer the family.
“Well okay, if you think it’ll help,” the husband and father sighed. He would do anything to provide for and protect his family.
****
“You watching the news?” Edwin cheered into his phone.
“I am!” Cash replied just as ecstatic. The troubled preacher’s wife had been found murdered in a rundown motel. “Stay put, I’m on my way to scoop you up. This calls for a celebration!”
“Um, okay,” he wearily agreed. The preacher unnerved him for some reason yet he still agreed. A few hours later they were in Cash’s new Bentley floating towards downtown Atlanta.
“Yeah Eddie, now that that bitch is dead I can breathe easy. I hate loose strings. You gotta cut them off,” Cash said as he drove.
“I was the one worried, she ain’t have nothing on you.”
“True, but if you go down, I go down. Ain’t that what you said?” he reminded.
“B–b–but I…” Edwin stammered. He now regretted making the threat to the dangerous man.
“Nah, it’s cool. We’re good. No more worries after tonight.”
“Where we going?” Edwin asked when Cash pulled the car onto the exit to Martin Luther King Blvd. They were right in the heart of the hood.
“Quick stop to tie up one last loose end,” he replied. Edwin froze in fear when he reached into his inside pocket. He just knew he was going for a gun to kill him, but instead he produced a sizeable bankroll that he tossed into his lap as he pulled to the curb.
“What’s this for?” Edwin asked as Cash lowered the window. He missed the answer because Kenyatta rushed from the shadows and fired a bullet into his temple. He then snatched the cash from the dead man’s lap and disappeared back into the shadows.
“Payment for your murder!” Cash laughed. Once he stopped laughing he called the cops to report the robbery and murder. The location was picked because the grainy surveillance camera would be able to capture the shooting but not identify the shooter.
Once again he felt like he was unstoppable. On top of the world. The baddest nigga on the block. But as the bible says pride comes before the fall.
Chapter 50
“Pastor, your one and two o’clock appointments are here and… yeah,” Tammy said shaking her head at the two troubled teens in front of her. The girl wore a mid-thigh tube skirt with a halter top and she had a face full of make-up and a headful of weave. The boy had on a pair of skinny jeans, a tight skinny shirt, and watermelon lip gloss.
“Send… her in first,” he replied as if he had to think about it. He’d been waiting all week to get lil’ mama alone. It paid off immediately with those big thighs she had on display.
“I’on even know why I’m here! My daddy be trippin’! If I wanna turn up, I’ma turn up!” Shante fussed sounding like a ghetto girl even though she’d never set foot in one. Her problems came straight from the radio and videos. “I smoke, I drank, I twerk!”
“Are you having sex yet?” Cash asked softly.
“Hell yeah! I fuck, I suck! I twerk!” she laughed and stood up and began twerking. She’d hoped to embarrass him like she did her father but she had no idea who she was fucking with.
“Well turn up then!” he said and hit the radio, loud enough for her to dance to but not loud enough to be heard through the door. Once he was nice and hard the nasty pastor made his move. “Come on around here!”
“What’s up?” Shante dared as she came around his desk. He replied by sitting her on the desk and snatching her legs wide open. He then pulled her panties to the side and stuck his tongue in her tight teen pussy.
Once he sucked a nut out of the girl he stood and out came the dick. He shoved his tongue in her mouth to muffle the sounds of the fucking that followed. Shante scrunched her face up and clenched her fist tight as he rearranged her insides. He gave her vagina an open floor concept by blowing its walls out and raising its ceiling. He knew better then to cum in the young girl, but did it away.
“Whew!” Cash sighed once he’d recovered. “Now check this out. You’re to come once a week and I’m going to give you this and this.”
“Okay,” Shante agreed to getting both the dick and the hundred dollar bill he extended.
“Oh and listen to your mama. And wear more clothes too. Ain’t nothing wrong with being a hoe, just don’t dress like one. Now send your brother in.”
“Okay,” she sang again and rushed out of the office.
Kenny came in next and got the same thing his sister had gotten. The reverend pulled his panties to the side and fucked him too. He also left with a hundred bucks and a promise to do better at home.
****
“I don’t know why my wife thinks I don’t love her. Or why she thinks that I don’t like having sex with her,” Mr. Hudson said as he and Reverend Cash conducted a counseling session via telephone. His busy work schedule prevented him from coming to see him in person. “Work is not more important to me than my family, but we have bills!”
“Go on,” the preacher urged since he was recording the session. Little did he know so was Mr. Hudson because he was fastidious like that. He expected good useful advice so he recorded it to playback and apply.
Reverend Cash was glad he had a couple of hours before Mrs. Hudson was due to arrive since he had work to do. Once he finished drawing all he could out of the man he let him get back to work and did the same. It came out better than expected so he made a change of plans.
“Oh Pastor! I’m just leaving out to come down now,” Mrs. Hudson said as she took his call.
“I’m not in my office at the moment. One of our family members had a crisis so I had to rush over to them. Actually I’m not far from you guys. You know the Inn on Steve Lawrence Blvd?”
“Oh yeah, it’s up the street. So you wanna just come here?”
“It would probably be more convenient if you came here,” he replied without saying why.
“U
m… okay,” she agreed. “I’m on my way.”
Reverend Cash wisely met her in the lobby so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. He was right because she felt a little apprehensive about meeting a man in a hotel. It was only because he was her pastor that she agreed.
“Mrs. Hudson,” Reverend Cash stood and greeted with a handshake.
“Pastor,” she replied and sat across from him. “I must tell you I’ve seen remarkable changes in the kids since they’ve been coming to see you! I only pray that you can do the same for my husband and me.”
“I plan to do the exact same for you, but your husband… I’m not so sure if I can reach him,” he said play acting. “Anyway, I want to put Kenny on my Junior Pastor Team. I was in one when I was his age, and it changed my life.”
“Okay, but what about my husband?” Mrs. Hudson wanted to know.
“I… um… well. I guess I better let you hear our session. I can’t play it here so meet me at my office next we—”
“No! Just come over to our house, it’s only a mile or so away,” she urged.
“Actually I do have a room here. Come on, we’ll do it there,” he said getting up and leading the way before she had time to think about it. Once they got into the room he sat her at the table and played the edited recording.
“I don’t love my wife. I don’t like having sex with her. Work is more important.”
“Oh!” Mrs. Hudson reeled and clutched her chest upon hearing the heartbreaking statements. She had no idea it was this bad but that was definitely her husband’s voice on the recording. Tears dumped from her eyes and mixed in with the sad sobs coming from her mouth.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured her as he came around and wrapped her in his arms. He pulled her close and held her. He rocked her gently and let her get it all out. Then, he got hard.
“Pastor Cash!” she reeled when she felt the erection grow and throb against her. She tried to push him off of her but he held onto her. He then walked them a few feet and fell on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, Pastor gon’ make it all better,” he said as he pulled her dress up. He snatched her panties off and felt the wetness beneath. That was all he needed to know, with that he pulled out his rock hard dick and shoved it inside of her.
Mrs. Hudson was in total shock as her pastor pumped in and out of her. She never said no or stop. She never screamed or clawed at him trying to get him to stop, but it was still rape. He didn’t choke or beat her. He didn’t have a gun nor a knife, but it was still rape.
“See that, see how wet that lonely pussy got for Pastor,” he cooed into her ear. The end was near and he went deeper and ground against her cervix and came. He rested in her vagina until he got soft then he pulled his bloody dick out. “Why you ain’t say you had your period? I brought my Crisco.”
****
“Honey? Janice?” Ralph Hudson called as he entered their bedroom. It was well after midnight, the same as it was most nights, when he got in but tonight he had flowers and candy. He knew that sex was out of the question since she was on her cycle but that cleared the way for conversation and a foot massage. The bed was empty so he followed his ears into the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was several empty douche boxes, then he noticed his wife rolled up into a ball inside their walk-in shower.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he climbed under the scalding hot water with her. She was beet red from the abuse of the water and crying hysterically.
“He–he–he said you said that you don’t love me anymore!” she wailed since him not loving her was priority. It was more painful to her that he didn’t love her than it was to have been raped or to feel the near boiling water raining down on her naked skin.
“Who? Who said what?’ he demanded as he turned off the water. Looking down he noticed that the shower floor was covered with empty douche bottles.
“Pastor did. Reverend Cash. And don’t lie because I heard the tape!” she shouted.
“Tape? What tape? What are you talking about?” he insisted. She had calmed down just enough for him to guide her out of the shower. He wrapped one of their thick bath sheets around her and took her back into their room.
“He taped your session. I heard what you said,” she said accepting it.
“Well, I taped our session too, and here is what I said…” he said and played the recording. Janice burst into a huge smile upon hearing her husband proclaim his love for her. According to what he’d confessed he loved her more than he loved himself. He loved God, her, and the children, in that order. She then burst back into more sobs just as quickly.
“What?” he pleaded, hoping she wasn’t having a mental breakdown. She wasn’t, but he was about to.
“He raped me! He held me down and forced himself on me,” she said shaking her head in disbelief. Her husband looked at her then to the empty douche boxes and cried with her. This was all his fault and he knew what he had to do.
Chapter 51
“Blessed are the peacemakers…” Reverend Cash recited as service began. As usual thousands of smiling people hung on his every word. Kenyatta trailed him as he roamed the stage co-signing everything he said.
Earl fronted the choir like an orchestra conductor as they ‘oohed and ahh’ along with Pastor. Only one face wasn’t smiling. Instead it had an ice grill and murderous glint in its eye.
Ralph Hudson’s family was safe and sound at home while he’d come to straighten his face. It almost ended before it started when his pistol set off a metal detector when he entered. The security guard had seen him so many times that he just waved him in without patting him down. Had he done his job he would’ve discovered the brand new thirty-eight revolver in his suit coat. He’d never fired a gun before but he planned to today.
Actually the metal detectors were in place not to protect the pastor but to prevent anyone from bringing coins in. Reverend Cash was still Dollar Bill and that’s all he wanted in the collection plates. He’d also installed ATM machines and had plans to open a bank branch in the lobby. Dollar Bill, indeed.
Ralph didn’t hear a word of what the preacher preached, but he didn’t miss anything since it was all bullshit anyway. It was all smoke and mirrors designed to separate man from his money. Once he wrapped up people filed out so the next service could be held. Ralph lagged behind so that he could catch the good Reverend alone. With death on his trail he retreated to his office to sip a little cognac, smoke a little weed, and snort a few lines.
“One second!” Reverend Cash shouted when he saw his office door easing open. He threw a magazine on top of his pile of coke but the room still reeked of marijuana.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Ralph growled. He stepped fully inside and closed and locked the door behind himself.
“How can I help you?” the preacher asked hoping to dismiss him quickly before his next show.
“By dying quickly, you bastard!” he replied and pulled his gun. He raised it eye level, like the YouTube tutorial had shown, but didn’t shoot.
“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you scared to shoot!” Cash dared and stood.
“You raped my wife!” Ralph shouted instead of shooting. His watch rattled loudly as his hand shook wildly.
“Is that what she told you?” Cash asked as he inched forward. “Let’s talk about it. Be easy, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay!” Ralph screamed still shaking. He’d fucked around and let the thug get too close and it was all she wrote.
“Nigga!” Cash shouted as he knocked the gun away with one hand and slapped a spark out of him with the other. He then spun the smaller man around and scooped him under his arms then locked his hands behind his neck in a full Nelson.
“Let me go! Put me down!” Ralph insisted when his feet left the ground. Cash let him thrash around for a second until he realized he couldn’t get loose unless he let him loose.
“Yeah, I fucked yo’ wife. I fucked her so hard that her period cam
e down. But not as hard as I fucked that daughter of yours. But you know what, yo’ son got the best pussy in the whole family,” he cracked.
“You’re the devil!” Ralph shouted back. “Let me down!”
“Nah, maybe I’ll fuck you too,” Cash said grinding his crotch against the man’s backside. Ralph really kicked when he felt the erection on his ass. Cash gave him a few humps and cracked up some more. “Now, I’ma let you down. You gon’ home and relax. I want to see the whole family in my office next week.”
****
Ralph considered killing himself as he drove home. He contemplated running into the median or going to buy another gun and shooting himself in the head with it. The next thing he knew he was in a bar nursing a beer.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the bartender said seeing that the man was clearly in distress.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he chuckled. He had a hard time believing it himself.
“I’ve heard it all, try me,” the bartender dared. Ralph took him up on the dare and proved him wrong. He had never heard anything like this in all of his thirty years behind a bar. “Damn!”
“Damn is right. Now ain’t a damn thing I can do about it,” he moaned.
“Sure it is! Go to 1-800-Killa,” the bartender suggested like it was just that easy.
“1-800…” Ralph asked in confusion.
“It’s a website. You go on and log a complaint and that dude’s ass is grass,” he said like a true Killa fan.
“Oh, I don’t know. I better go home and try to put my family back together,” Ralph said. He dug into his pocket to pay the tab but the bartender smacked it away and declined his money.
“This one is on me!”
****
“This is silly,” Ralph fussed to himself as he pulled up the 1-800-Killa website. He let out a deep sigh and began to type…
I need some help. My entire family has been destroyed by our Pastor. He’s fucked my whole family. My wife, my daughter, and even my son. He got the little fellow floating around here humming show tunes and gospel songs. The preacher…
