The Bastard Preacher

by Dee Dawning

  New Dawning International Bookfair

  Presents

  The Televangelist

  Book One

  The Bastard Preacher

  A Multipart Novel of Greed and Lust

  By

  Dee Dawning

  Copyright © Dee Dawning 2011

  Published by New Dawning Bookfair at Smashwords

  Authors' Note

  Originally, I intended to deliver to the reading public an exciting, drama filled, fictional story about the potential for abuse of power, sex and money in religion in general and televangelism industry specifically.

  Jamie Lee Vincent is fiction, yet we all know religious frauds and scallywags through the ages have been a reality. With the advent of television and now the internet, their duplicity is geometrically devastating on the unsuspecting public.

  I intended to present Jamie Lee's story in two volumes, but the story wouldn't cooperate. It kept growing in complexity, length and time so much that it could not be completed in two or even three volumes without shortchanging the public.

  Therefore, I've decided to serialize the story. I will end the story when the story lets me, but right now I visualize seven or more total episodes. I will do my best to get these episodes out in a reasonable period of four to six months each. Thank you for your forbearance. Your comments and input would be invaluable.

  Chapter One –Missy

  When it comes to the income of the ministry, I have no problem talking about it or what happens to the money.

  Rev. Benny Hinn

  Tyler Texas, Summer 1991, Lone Star Drive-in Theater

  Cheryl yanked his hand off her breast, pushed out of his grasp and slid against the passenger door of his twenty-year-old Pontiac.

  "Dammit, Jamie Lee. I'm not going to screw you. I came here to watch a movie."

  Jamie Lee posed that hangdog look, for which he'd became so well known when he didn't get his way. "C'mon Cherrie, you know you'd really enjoy it."

  "I might, but despite your colored reputation, I didn't think you'd try to seduce me within an hour of our first date."

  His jaw tensed and his lips tightened. "Just how many dates would it take to get into them bright red panties?"

  She looked down. Shaking her head, she pulled the hem of her short skirt down. "I don't know. There's no set time. Maybe a couple of months."

  His eyes bored into her. "A couple months!" His hand struck the dashboard. "Fuck that! Cherrie, you eva hear that saying about the hereafta."

  Cheryl's brow furrowed as she narrowed her blue eyes. "No, I can't say I have."

  "It goes like this. If you're not hereafta what I'm hereafta, you're still gonna be hereafta I'm long gone." Jamie Lee snarled, "I'm going to the snack bar for sodas and popcorn then to the restroom to get a rubber. When I come back I wanna see your lacy red panties and bra draped around the car's shift knob or not only will this be our first date, it'll be our last date." Spittle flew from his mouth. "Now here's the good part. If we do it, everything will be cool. Everyone will suspect we did it, but no one will know for sure, 'cause I won't say anything. However, if you don't, they won't have to suspect because I'll tell everyone you are one hot fuck."

  As Cheryl cast a hateful stare, she spoke through gritted teeth, "You asshole."

  He opened the door. His jaw slackened while his lips curled into a malicious grin. "That's right sweetheart." After getting out then shutting the door, he leaned in and laughed. "But I gotta tell ya. They usually call me a son-of-a-bitch." He pulled away still laughing and slapped the roof of the car before heading toward the refreshment center.

  Ten minutes later, a condom safely ensconced in the change pocket of his jeans and carrying a large container of popcorn and two drinks, he noticed the interior light on. He picked up his pace. A few feet from the car, he saw the passenger door standing wide open. "What the fu…" The bitch wasn't there. He rushed to the door and found a handwritten note on the console by the shift knob. He set the cardboard tray on the passenger seat and snatched the note.

  You're right. You're not an asshole. Son-of-a-bitch either. You're worse. You're a cocksucker. Go ahead and tell everyone what a hot fuck I am. I'll be the most popular girl on the campus, but while you're telling them what a great fuck I am, I'll be telling them what a bum fuck you are.

  She signed the note with a happy face.

  Jamie Lee crumbled and tossed the note inside, then thrust the open door, shut. He seldom had anyone say no to him. He didn't like it. Jamie Lee kicked the rear quarter panel. She can't be far away. I'll catch her and then we'll see who sucks cocks. He booted the tire, dashed to the driver's side, jumped in, started the engine, and drove off. The car wobbled as the steering wheel pulled left.

  After driving a hundred feet, he stopped and jumped out. "Yiiaaeeee!" he screamed. Fucking flat tire. He reached in, took the refreshment tray, then flung it as far he could throw. He lurched around the car cussing and kicking it. Finally, he settled down, opened the trunk to retrieve the spare.

  Jamie Lee, you know better than that. Things work out much better when you talk someone into something rather than demanding it.

  Installing the spare tire, he resolved never to lose his temper in front of someone he wanted. It worked much better to use those innate charms of his to achieve his goals.

  * * * *

  Jamie Lee sauntered through the crowd into Charley's Rodeo Bar as if he owned the world then sat at the bar next to his best friend, Tommy Parkson. Tommy was one of the few acquaintances he'd yet to alienate.

  He slapped Tommy on the back. "Hey Tommy, how's it shaking?"

  Tommy turned and stared at him. "Hey Jamie Lee, didn't think I'd see you around tonight. Not with you taking out that babe, Cheryl Alpern. Did you get anywhere? I hear she's a virgin. Is she?"

  Jamie Lee could feel the surprise register on his face. "I don't know. She wouldn't screw. Now, I know why." He flashed a mischievous grin. "She did suck me off, though."

  Tommy's eyes grew wider. "Is she any good?"

  The bartender ambled up in front of him. "What'll ya have Jamie Lee?"

  Jamie Lee glanced at the bartender. "Just a draft tonight, Bert."

  "So how was it?" Tommy insisted.

  He grabbed a pretzel and nibbled on it. "I've had better, that's for sure. Inexperienced, I guess. She did manage to get me off though. Came in her mouth. She loved it. Went south with the load, too."

  Tommy smiled. "Really, man that must have been so cool, coming in the mouth of someone so pretty. You gonna take her out again?"

  Bert set the beer down. "That'll be two-fifty."

  Jamie Lee handed him three bucks. "Keep it."

  Bert nodded.

  Jamie Lee picked up his lager and rotated his bar stool. Looking through the smoky haze, his gaze zeroed in on a cute blonde girl in the booth on the other side of the bar. She wore her hair up with curls draped over a pink ribbon. She sat with three others, a girl and two men all wearing western clothes. Unabashed, Jamie Lee stared at the lady. She is delicious. She glanced up and when he caught her gaze, she quickly averted her eyes.

  After whispering something to her companion, he nodded and slid out of the booth. She scooted out and headed in the direction of the restrooms, which were opposite of where they sat.

  While she glided in their direction, Jamie Lee studied her. She was average in height with blue eyes. She wore a short tight jean skirt, which accentuated the positives and cowboy boots. The creamy skin of her midriff laid exposed, her full breasts covered by a tied off, floral blouse. I've gotta taste that luscious morsel.

  She must have noticed Jamie Lee staring at her, because she seemed to hold back a smile and several feet from the restroom, her graceful glide turned i
nto a sexy sashay.

  Jamie Lee elbowed Tommy and hitched his chin in the direction of the approaching blonde. "Who's the blonde bombshell?"

  Tommy followed his stare. "Somebody told me she's Sonny Riverton's daughter. They're in town you know. For a tent revival. You nevah answered me, Bud. You gonna take her out again?"

  Staring at the hot blonde, he asked, "Take who out?"

  Tommy rolled his eyes. "Cheryl."

  "Naw, she's too inexperienced. Now, I'll bet that sweet little thing over there isn't inexperienced. Who's Sonny Riverton, anyway?"

  "You never heard of Reverend Riverton? He's on the TV every Sunday." Tommy bit down on a pretzel. "So you wouldn't mind if I asked her out?"

  Jamie Lee took a big swig of his beer. "And that's his daughter?"

  Tommy slammed his empty beer glass down on the bar. "Damn it, Jamie Lee!"

  He turned to Tommy. "What?"

  Tommy's gaze rose to the ceiling as if looking for help from a higher power. "Do you care if I ask Cheryl out?"

  He did care. Had unfinished business, but when the Reverend's daughter peered at him with that twinkle in her eye and offered a friendly smile, just before turning into the restroom vestibule, he completely forgot about Cheryl.

  He shook his head. "Naw. You go ahead. But after tonight, I'd make sure she gargles with Listerine before I kiss her." He punched Tommy lightly on the shoulder and chuckled. "Now, tell me about this tent revival."

  "I don't know about this one, but they had another one here two summers ago. The TV station I sometimes work for sent me to film it, which was fine with me, seeing as how I wanted to find out what it was like. Don't you remember it?"

  "Naw, musta missed it. Oh, wait, now I remember. I worked as a camp counselor that summer. That's when Maryann Ralencocher and I had that big fling going on every night until we got caught. God, she liked to fuck."

  "Jesus, Jamie Lee. I didn't know you were tapping that sweet little thing. I had a big crush on her."

  Jamie Lee Vincent shrugged and stuck his hands out to the side as if to say, when you got it, you got it. "Go on. Tell me more about this tent revival."

  He slid his stool over closer to Jamie Lee. "I gotta tell ya, it was an experience. The preacher was Ray Coombs—Reverend Ray Coombs. There musta been clos'en thousand town folk there. Dey was crying, en faintin,' en prayin' and givin' all their hard earned money to the pastor."

  Jamie Lee's eyes thinned to slits. "Really? Why?"

  He shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know, I guess, to do God's work and assure their place in heaven. Dat's what the pastor said."

  Jamie Lee kept an eye on the restroom entrance. His diligence was rewarded when, after a long minute, she exited. Instead of returning the way she'd come, she headed right, next to the corner between the entrance and the bar where the juke box stood. Jamie Lee's gaze never faltered while she stood in front of the music machine and began swaying her fine little ass to the slow sexy rhythm. Phew! There ought to be a law.

  Jamie Lee shifted his stiffening manhood. His mind forming carnal thoughts of the two of them in a bed, entwined.

  The reverend's cute, blonde daughter turned and swayed in rhythm, up his aisle, to the erotic beat of Bob Segar's, Turn the Page.

  When she neared, it was do or die, he had to say something. Strolling by, she peeked up demurely and smiled. In a second, she slipped past him. Jamie Lee half yelled, "Hey."

  She spun around, an expectant look upon her pretty face. "Me?"

  He nodded then blurted out, "You seem to like that song. Would you like to dance?"

  The reverend's daughter flashed perfect pearly white teeth when the corners of her mouth curled into a broad smile. "Why yes. I'd love to."

  Jamie Lee slid off the stool, took her soft hand, and led her to the dance floor. Jamie Lee's tool stayed rigid and the song being slow and sexy made it worse. Dancing close to this hot lady, there seemed no way he could hide it, nor did he want to. He wanted her to know that he was hot for her, so he pushed his hardness into her softness.

  Initially, she didn't respond, but after a few thrusts, she pushed back, slightly. Oh yeah.

  He took his left hand away from hers and looped it around her, joining his right hand on her sweet backside. He squeezed and pushed himself into her again. She pushed back harder and moved her now free hand around his neck, pulling his lips down to her lips. They pecked, and then kissed.

  Nice sized breasts pushed into his chest. His tongue slipped past her teeth and entered her mouth.

  Was that a sigh? A moan he heard?

  They'd stopped dancing. Instead, they swayed to the sexy rhythm of the music and their lusty need.

  When the song ended, she broke the kiss and stepped away. "Thank you. That was quite an experience."

  "One more?" he pleaded.

  "I'm afraid not. I'm much too attracted to you."

  Jamie Lee knew she wanted him and felt frustrated. Don't get angry. Remember, charm. "That doesn't make sense."

  The next song, a fast one started. He cast his most winsome smile. "This is a fast one. C'mon it'll give us a chance to cool down."

  She shook her head so hard her ribbon came loose. She pulled out the ribbon and let her hair fall well past her shoulders. "You're much too good looking. Dancing with you makes me want to do improper things. Sorry."

  Dumbstruck, he watched as she turned and dashed back to her companions.

  Twice in one night, a girl denied Jamie Lee. When he rejoined Tommy, thinking about what happened made him grow madder. He wondered if it was too late to visit his old standby, Glenda. Why not?

  Jamie Lee thought about leaving, when he glanced once more in the direction of the hot blonde. She studied him.

  After averting her gaze, she whispered something in her companion's ear. Then to his surprise, the guy looked straight at him and waved him over.

  He leaned over and whispered to Tommy, "I'll be right back." He slid off his stool without waiting for a reply and headed toward their booth. The guy who waved him over smiled, stood up, and held out his right hand. He stood tall and had dark hair.

  "Hi, I'm Michael Riverton." The blonde kept eyeing him, but didn't say anything. "We're here with the Riverton Big Tent Revival. Did you happen to make the revival tonight?"

  He shifted his gaze back and forth between him and her. "Jamie Lee Vincent. No, sorry, I missed it. Had a date."

  "I'll bet," the blonde said.

  "Well, Missy here—she's my younger sister—she bet me five dollars, you need saving. Now tell me straight, man. Are you a sinner?"

  Jamie Lee raised a solitary brow. "Aren't we all?"

  "Good point." The blonde said, holding out her hand. Jamie Lee grasped it, but didn't shake it. "Missy Riverton. This is our sister Bobbi Sue and her husband Grant."

  They nodded and Jamie Lee nodded back. "Charmed, I'm sure."

  "What my brother was slowly getting around to is, I'd like to give you a personal invitation to come to the revival and be saved. How 'bout it?"

  Jamie Lee bent down and kissed the back of her hand. "Will you be there?"

  She nodded. "Oh yes, I'm a channeler. I'll be on stage helping people experience God's forgiveness and feel his grace."

  Jamie Lee's head cocked to the side. "If you will personally save me, I'll come."

  Her face brightened a hundred watts. "I can do that. Here's my card. Hand it to the security guard tomorrow." She winked. "You don't have a date tomorrow do you?"

  Jamie Lee's seductive smile emerged. "Only you, sweet Missy."

  She nudged Michael. "Oh, isn't he charming? I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot of fun saving you."

  She looked at her brother, then her sister. "You guys ready?"

  Michael and Missy slid out of the booth on one side, while Bobbi Sue and Grant slid out on the other. Easing up to Jamie Lee, Missy stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

  Jamie Lee could only nod.

  "And if you
need to talk sooner, my phone number is on my card."

  He flicked the card and smiled. Hot damn and hallelujah.

  * * * *

  "Hello."

  "It's me…Jamie Lee."

  "Hi Jamie Lee. Couldn't wait, huh?"

  "Heck no. I want to get to know you. Where're you from, how much longer you're going to be here, if you're involved with anyone. You know, the basics."

  Missy giggled. "You're funny. I'm…we're all from Dallas. We have a sticks and bricks House of God there and we shoot a weekly TV sermon. Let's see…we only have four revivals left. Two tomorrow, one Monday and one on Tuesday, so we'll be leaving for Kilgore/Longview Wednesday morning, where we'll have three more revivals before our last stop in Shreveport. What's the other thing you asked? Oh yeah. Am I involved? I am, but not irrevocably."

  Without thinking Jamie Lee asked, "Are you intimate?"

  "Well, that's an intrusive question. My father is a preacher and I'm a God fearing woman. What do you think?"

  "Yes."

  "Yes, what?"

  She is. I know she is and she wants to fuck me. "You have sex with whoever you're involved with."

  "Well, if I do, it's none of your business."

  "Where are you?"

  More giggles. "You sure are inquisitive."

  "I find you very interesting. Are you in bed?"

  "Yes."

  "Alone?"

  "What do you think?"

  I wonder. "Are you naked? I'll bet you look fantastic naked."

  "No! I'm wearing a nightshirt."

  "Pink?"

  "Yes, how'd you know?"

  "Lucky guess. Are you wearing panties?"

  "Are you trying to have phone sex with me?" He was breathing hard. "Jamie Lee, are you masturbating?"

  She's a smart one. "Would it bother you if I were?"

  "No, but I'm not going to play your silly game. Good night Jamie Lee. See you tomorrow in God's house. Come to the afternoon event."