Reverend Cash: Let Us Prey (8 page)

Chapter 18

“So… what y’all be doing over there at Pastor’s house?” Byron asked. It seemed like he snatched the question out of nowhere but really he’d just revived the conversation he and Leroy were having before Billy arrived.

“Huh?” he replied since getting head was the first thing that popped in his head. He certainly wouldn’t admit to that so he pretended not to hear the question instead.

“I said, what y’all be doing with Pastor Paul?” he repeated.

“I hear he like boy pussy,” Leroy said cutting through to the chase. “You ain’t over there fuckin’ ‘round is you boy?”

“Huh? Nah! Hell nah! I don’t know what he be doing with them other boys but not me. No sir! All I do is learn to preach. He’s been teaching us how to talk proper, drive cars, uh…” Billy rambled on. As he did it became clear to Leroy that he’d done something. He didn’t know what, but he knew it was something and that’s why the boy was still explaining. “Teach us how to dress…”

“Oh okay,” Leroy cut in. “I hear that lil sissy got sent to reform school for stealing out Pastor’s house.”

“Who?” Billy asked. He was still shook up about from the first question to remember about Earl.

“That faggot from over on the Westside! The one stay by my grandma ‘ndem,” Byron reminded.

“Oh yeah. He did?” he asked sincerely since he hadn’t heard what the outcome had been.

Earl actually didn’t have to go to reform school. The judge had given him the option of two years community service or one year in the reformatory. Once Earl heard about being in a dorm with thirty other boys he chose jail. This is where the adage ‘happy as a faggot in jail’ began.

“Anyway,” Leroy tossed in, indicating a change of subjects, “I may pull that sissy into my stable once he get home. I got a couple of white men who love black boy pussy.”

“Leroy say he gone let us get us a stable too!” Byron cheered.

“Sho’nuff,” Billy replied with a lack of enthusiasm that pissed Leroy off.

“What, you still slangin’ dick boy? You still a hoe?” the pimp taunted.

“You mean am I still having sex with women all over town and getting paid to do it? Yes! Hell yes!” Billy shot back.

“Look boy, I’m tryna get you straight! Gonna start you off with a couple used whores and…”

“I’m good. I just need some reefer fo’ me and my mama. I gotta go make my rounds,” Billy quipped. It amused him to piss the pimp off. It shouldn’t have though because Leroy was a very, very dangerous man.

****

“Woooo-weee!” Bernice shouted as Billy pounded her to yet another orgasm. A glance at the wind up clock on the dresser revealed that she still had six minutes left so she pulled her legs back in search of another one.

“Mm hm,” Billy hummed as he gave her the business. He too kept an eye on the clock on the dresser. When her paid half hour eclipsed he stopped abruptly mid-stroke.

“Un uh! Please! I’m right there,” she pleaded. She threw her hips up stealing a few more strokes until Billy snatched out of her.

“You wanna ‘nother half hour?” he asked getting out of the bed. Bernice quickly scrambled over to get her purse in reply.

Once the ten dollar bill was in hand he pushed back inside. His customer service skills may have been fucked up but he always got the job done. Bernice came so hard the next time that she moved the bed six inches. When the time elapsed again she went back into her purse once more but it was not to be.

“I cain’t,” Billy said in sorrow as he mourned the money he’d just turned down. “I gotta go get some sleep. I gotta preach in the morning.”

****

“You fo’ real?” Lady asked for the tenth time as she dressed for church. The news of her child preaching in the church had snapped her out of her funk — literally since she’d even bathed herself that morning. Lady was back!

“Yes, Mama. Sho’ nuff. Pastor said I’m ready!” he repeated, even though he’d missed the double entendre of the words. “If I do good, I mean, well, Pastor say he gon’ buy us a car!”

“Chile, you cain’t get no license yet!” Lady squealed in delight at the good news. She was hoping he would overcome that hurdle and he did.

“My birthday ain’t too far off, remember,” he reminded.

“Of course, I remember my baby’s birthday!” she exclaimed. Her mood darkened as quickly as a southern storm rolling in when she also remembered that her daughter’s birthday was just days away.

“Don’t start, Mama!” Billy pleaded. It took too much out of them both when the depression set in. Luckily for both of them a horn honked out front signaling it was time to go. “Pastor sent Deacon Hunter to give us a ride.”

“Ooh, my son is a big shot!” Lady cheered as she slipped into her church shoes and hat and hit the door.

****

The perfidious preacher viewed the pulpit as a stage, and he knew for a fact that his protégé would put on a good show. And since there was no business like show business he really showed out. Even his hype-man worked up a sweat trying to keep up with him. Every man needs a hype-man — again if you don’t have one then you just might be one.

The collection plate stayed in motion the whole four hours that Pastor Paul hooped and hollered. He was trying to get all the twenties, tens, and fives before he passed the mic. After all it was still big bank take little bank. Final-fucking-ly, Pastor announced young Billy.

“Young Reverend Cash, are you ready to send ‘em home?” he asked Billy, who sat, next to The First Lady, waiting. Billy nodded that he was and took to his feet. It still took Pastor Paul another twenty minutes to give up the stage. He almost sent the plate around once more but decided to at least let the youngster get some ones.

Billy took to the pulpit and closed his eyes as tightly as he did his mouth. When a full minute had passed people assumed he was praying, but he wasn’t. Prayer required faith and the boy had none. No, he was just being dramatic, like Leroy did with his whores. Anytime one of them fucked up the pimp would shut his eyes and not say a word. Then when he finally did speak it would be even more dramatic.

“Take your time,” you know who called out. Lady whipped her head around and smiled at her friend. He winked and she winked back and a tacit date was set. Lady was back to being a tramp.

“I’m ‘bout to take my time!” Billy shot back sounding almost defiant. “Gon’ take my time and tell you about the Glory of God!”

The congregation went wild at the oxymoron. God is far too glorious to be defined in a lifetime, let alone the hour he had. Still, he made a good show quoting scripture to fit his needs. Dwight ‘Amened’ and ‘yes Lawded’ behind him as he spoke.

Pastor Paul smiled despite being jealous of his performance. Even the collection plates came back full as people went into their other pocket to spend some of the money they put aside to spend. Lady got caught up in his rapture as well. She threw her hands in the air and waved them side to side like she just didn’t care.

“Great job!” the preacher congratulated once they’d finished making small talk with the parishioners on their way out. “Come on to my office so I can take care of bizness.”

“Um… I… um… gotta go with my mama. We…” Billy stammered for a way out.

“Go on head.” Lady urged. “My friend and I gonna grab a bite.”

“Okay Mama,” he sighed and followed the pastor into his office. He felt somewhat safe in the office since it was in the church.

Pastor Paul flipped through Billy’s collection plate with the dexterity of a cash machine. Billy frowned at the three way split knowing good and well the Lawd wasn’t getting his cut. Still, it was a pocket full of cash and that’s all that mattered.

Billy let out a sigh when Pastor kneeled before him. He just closed his eyes while he did his business below his belt. Once it was over he went home to change into his street clothes and hit the streets.

Chapter 19

Weak minded people equate money with power. That’s why a clownish billionaire would eventually run for president in 2015. That’s why Leroy played chess with real people. Moving whores like pawns, sacrificed for the king. That’s why Billy started feeling himself at sixteen.

His pockets stayed full of money and his system stayed full of reefer and wine. Between preaching, drug runs, and dick slinging you couldn’t tell him nothing. In fact, he got to the point where he thought he could call the shots.

“Not today!” Billy barked and swatted Pastor Paul’s hand away from his zipper. The preacher frowned up as if perplexed by a tough question.

“What you mean, not today?” he asked. His money had tricked him into thinking he was powerful as well.

“I mean not today! You cain’t suck my meat today! I may… LET you tomorrow, but NOT today,” he said smugly.

“Sho’ nuff,” the preacher nodded as it all came together in his mind. He laughed out loud upon realizing that the boy was feeling himself.

And why wouldn’t he when the weekend revivals were now called The Reverend Cash Revivals, and the congregation loved him so much that he now got an entire service to himself once a month. Those were big days for them both since they split the take 50/50. The Lawd didn’t get a cut on those days.

“Sho’ nuff. Now take me home!” Billy demanded.

“Pride comes before the fall,” Pastor quoted.

“What you trying to say?” Billy asked and stepped to the man. Things would’ve come to blows if Mrs. Paul hadn’t stepped in.

“Both of you calm down!” she insisted. The two were about to blow her high with all their bickering.

“Oh, I’ll calm down once he gets out my house!” Pastor boomed.

“You brought me here, so you gon’ take me back home!” came Billy’s reply.

“Shit! I’ll take you home. Go on outside and wait for me. Hear?” First Lady said pointing towards the door. Billy and Pastor locked eyes as Billy backed away towards the door.

“I’ma fix that lil’ nigga! I’ma learn him today!” Pastor vowed.

“Just calm down Pastor. I’ll have a talk with him,” his wife offered. However, it fell on deaf ears because Pastor wasn’t trying to hear it. Billy had bit the hand that fed him and was now about to get bit back.

****

“Pastor got needs,” Mrs. Paul said, finally breaking the silence as they rode. “He’s a proud man, give him a couple of days.”

“Mm hm,” Billy grunted. His hubris convinced him that the man would come around begging him to come back. Have him tell it, Pastor needed him, not the other way around. Mrs. Paul just shook her head. She knew her husband was a punk, but he wasn’t a
punk
.

“Where we going?” Billy frowned as he saw his street in passing.

“Pastor’s wife got needs too,” she replied. Mrs. Paul was high as a kite and horny and had decided that she was not letting this opportunity pass her by.

“So do I and they cost money,” he shot back arrogantly and got laughed at.

“Boy, stop!” she cackled and cracked up. “Don’t confuse me for one of those broads you sexing for money. Shit, as good as my pussy is, you should be paying me!”

The chastisement put him in his place and shut his mouth. Mrs. Paul drove into the park and parked on the far side away from everyone. She then got out of the front seat and got back in the back. Billy watched her hike her skirt over her hips and pull her panties off. Her bushy vagina was already glistening wet in anticipation.

“Come on back here boy!” she ordered while making little circles on her clit. One leg went over the seat while the other one went near the back window.

Billy finally got out and got in the back. He was already rock hard when he pulled his pants down but still watched the show. She began to shake and buck as her climax drew near.

“Go on and cum for me,” he said in a voice that got deeper by the day.

“O–o–o–okay,” she shouted as she did just that. “Okay, now boy don’t play in it. I want you to fuck the shit outta me!”

“I plan to,” he replied and plunged inside of her savagely.

“Grrrr… grrrr” she growled feeling him at the bottom of her box.

“Shit!” Billy shouted seeing she wasn’t just talking shit about how good her pussy was. His mind flashed to the cash in his pocket ready to part with a little of it.

The car practically came off the ground as it bounced like an L.A low rider as the two went at it. Billy tried to punish the woman for the sins of her husband, but she kept having multiple orgasms. A few spectators had gathered around and were trying to peek through the fogged up windows. Having an audience only made Billy want to go harder.

“Shit!” he shouted again when he couldn’t hold out another second. He quickly snatched himself out of her hot bubbly snatch and scrambled up to her face.

“Aaaaah!” Mrs. Paul moaned opening her mouth and making a target for him to skeet into. Billy milked himself dry, pulled up his pants, and then got out of the car while Mrs. Paul used her panties to clean the semen from her face, pulled her skirt down, and then got out to a bunch of smiling faces. Upon stepping out the car she tossed her panties to the pavement and got back behind the wheel. The ride to Billy’s house was made in complete silence, after all, what was left to be said.

****

“What now?” Billy asked aloud when he saw two police cars in front of his house. He hoped nothing was wrong with his mother then saw her come out raising hell.

“Uh oh,” Mrs. Paul muttered to herself knowingly. She knew her husband well enough to know this was some of his shit.

“Boy, you told me he gave you all that stuff!” Lady shouted at her son as he approached her. One of the police held up watches, bracelets, and rings to answer the question on Billy’s face.

“He did!” Billy swore and turned back to Mrs. Paul for confirmation. Turned just in time to see her pull from the curb and drive down the block. Not only was she not going to contradict her husband, but her purse was full of weed. “I swear fo’ G—”

Lady slapped the ‘od’ back down his throat as another cop came and put handcuffs on him. A third cop came out of the house with all of his new clothes and shoes, since Pastor had claimed that he’d stolen those too.

When you bite the hand that feeds you sometimes it bites you back, and other times it slaps the shit out of you.