by Phenomenon
Kenisha sat proudly flashing her ring on the outside of the menu as she decided what to order. Corey and Taurus laughed at all of the unnecessary hand gestures that Kenisha performed since she’d received the ring. “Is all of that necessary Zha Zha Gabor?” Corey asked with his wine glass in hand. “See now, I would call you a hater if you hadn’t flown all the way up here for my engagement you punk.” She laughed and taunted her brother. Corey responded. “Oh no baby girl, I didn’t fly all the way up here for your engagement. I flew here for your wedding. I’m here to give you away tomorrow.” Kenisha dropped her butter knife on the plate making a loud clanking sound next to her bread. That was the one thing she definitely had not expected.
Taurus smiled and placed the second postcard on the table. “This one is to send to your momma to say we’re sorry that she couldn’t make it to the wedding, but we ARE getting married tomorrow. It is what it is.”
Chapter 16: The Night Before is When it All Happened
Pastor Fillmore
“Reggie Fillmore is selling us out gentlemen!” The best man joked at the private bachelor party at the upscale Sea-Crest Bistro. “We thought we’d never see the day where he’d settle down and give up his pimpin’ ways that he learned from me back in college.”
Donnie Green was Fillmore’s best old time friend. He wasn’t involved in ministry at all but they had remained close after Fillmore had become ordained and seemingly devoted himself to The Lord. A lot of the thirteen men at the restaurant with them weren’t in ministry. It was only two additional deacons there and one additional pastor. Minister Knight wouldn’t be in town until the next morning right before the ceremony. The other men were all friends that Fillmore knew that he could trust. With the huge scandal of his private affairs being aired in church the prior week, losing members and exposing some demonically possessed board members, Fillmore thought that it was best to keep the wedding activities small and on invite only. The plan was just for them to have dinner and a few drinks in the private room. However, with the men that he’d surrounded himself with, that was not about to happen.
Once the shameful and completely filthy reminiscent speech was complete, three bell dancers danced into the room wearing multicolored veils, sheer genie pants, bangles and noisy coin skirts with smooth brown and dark skinned bodies. Their breasts were barely covered and none of the men in the room were offended. Donnie started the music for the women and gave Fillmore two thumbs up from across the room with a huge frat guy smile. “I have another surprise for you too but that’s later.” Donnie exclaimed. Fillmore was the only one conflicted about the idea of the dancers.
The other pastor in the room leaned over to Fillmore and whispered. “Loosen up man, it’s just harmless fun. We’re not touching them and they aren’t naked. It’s your last night as a bachelor. Live it up.” But Fillmore had been living it up for a long time. That was the problem he thought. He’d already been living that way. He’d made a promise to do better. The last thing Fillmore wanted to do was to go back to the way that he was behaving. He’d seen the beginning consequences of that when an unknown girl stood and aired his dirty laundry on behalf of God to the entire congregation but he didn’t want to seem ungrateful for all of the hard work that his friends had put into the party. So Fillmore drank more wine in an effort to loosen up a bit. He tipped the dancers and allowed them to dance suggestively close to his face with their semi exposed body parts. After three glasses of wine, he’d adjusted to the hoots and hollers of the situation in the upstairs section of the closed bistro.
He’d actually begun to enjoy the music. He’d allowed himself the liberty of enjoying the view of the women and the comradery of his horny friends; when one of the dancers removed her top exposing her bare breast. She walked up to Donnie and smashed his face in between them. Fillmore immediately looked around for cameras. He just knew that it was a set up. Not wanting to seem like a Nanzy Panzy, Fillmore poured himself another couple of glasses of wine in an effort to distract himself from looking at the women. When he’d finished drinking one glass, another belly dancer would drop her top. He’d finished three and a half bottles of wine on his own over the course of the performances. Fillmore felt excited but also felt guilty about his excitement.
He told the guys that he needed some air. He made his way down the stairs and out of the door with a few walls getting in his way. It had been a while since Fillmore had been intoxicated to that degree. He knew under the circumstances, the best thing for him to do would be to go home. He didn’t want to play around. He understood that he was in fact getting married the next day. After wobbling out of the door of the restaurant, he banged on the hood of the rented Hummer limousine alerting the driver that he was entering the car and was ready to leave. Fillmore plopped down on the seat with his eyes closed and yelled through the partition for the driver to return him to his home where they’d pick him up at the beginning of the evening.
“Hey daddy!” Sister Kristy from the church had been placed in the back of the car by Donnie as a farewell to bachelorhood surprise for Fillmore. Donnie was aware of the affair that they’d previously had. He’d heard the past stories about her from Fillmore about their sexual encounters. Donnie felt like she’d be a great present to give his homeboy. It’d be like one more ride on the fun train.
Fillmore opened his eyes to see a perky topless set of pink nipples staring back at him. “Kristy? What are you doing here and where are your damn clothes?” Fillmore stuttered through his drunkenness. He was actually glad that he could barely keep his head up and eyes open so he wouldn’t have to look. He’d never worked as hard as he had that night to not touch women and they were literally coming from everywhere. All he wanted to do was to go home and get married the next day without all of the temptation. He was trying to change but he was still a man. As the driver drove toward his home Fillmore banged on the partition for the driver to stop the car. His slurs took a few blocks for the driver to understand exactly what he was saying. “Pull over. She gotta go.” Fillmore finally yelled in an understandable dialect.
“Stop being that way.” Kristy nudged closer to Fillmore. “You know we have passion Reggie. You felt it last time, how good it was. Just let me please you.” Kristy placed Reggie’s hand on her breast. He pulled away and she pulled it back and tightened her grip around his hand making him squeeze her breast. He felt her hardened nipple poke the palm of his hand. It aroused him. He didn’t want it to but it did. She began nibbling on his neck as the car came to a complete stop. The driver waited patiently in silence in a parking space of a local Walmart located across from a busy taxi cab depot. Kristy moaned into Reggie’s ear. “Fuck me pastor.”
Fillmore pushed away with his drunken might but it only made her more aggressive. She began unbuckling his pants and talking to him as a distraction. “Hey remember when we went to that play with all of the African dancers and they had the nicest butts dancing all around?” She asked. Reggie laughed because that was what he remembered most about that play. “Yea I remember that. They sure could dance.” Reggie responded in a more relaxed tone. Kristy had successfully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She began reaching inside them while continuing the conversation. “I was thinking throughout the entire play that black women are so lucky because they have such great asses. They’re all big and round and they can move them fast. I want to get a black ass.” Kristy dreamed as she and Reggie both laughed at the desire for the skinny white girl to have what she’d coined as a “black ass.” Reggie’s head was tilted back and he’d almost passed out until he felt Kristy put him inside her mouth. He knew that familiar feeling. He opened his eyes and raised his head as much as possible to reveal Kristy on her knees bobbing up and down on his lap. He grabbed her hair forcefully, yanked her and told her to stop but she liked it and she moaned. Reggie wanted to keep telling her to stop but the pulling on her hair quickly turned into him caressing her hair, guiding her mouth up and down on him as he went deeper and deeper
inside of her throat. He bit his bottom lip and let her continue. Reggie remembered fooling around with Kristy being good but he didn’t remember it feeling as great as it did in that moment. He had no room in his momentary lustful bliss to feel guilty. He spread his legs wider, leaned into it, and drooled on her head while she finished 7 minutes later.
Ginger
Ginger and her good friends Tonya and Esha were at a party of their own. Ginger, dressed in a pink and silver tiara, a hot mini dress and a sash that said Bride To Be was the life of the party at Club Nitro. She was sexy, engaged and sipping on strawberry daiquiris like nobody’s business. The music was loud and bass heavy. Ginger and her bridesmaids and friends had almost danced the heels off of their shoes, but Ginger knew when to say when. She didn’t want to be a bride with a hangover and bags under her eyes. She’d experienced that on her first bachelorette party with Taurus’ father. This time she would represent her husband right. “Alright ladies, we’re taking one more tequila shot and I’m packing this daiquiri to go.” Ginger exclaimed. “On three girls… One…Two…Three!” All three women turned up their shot glasses and slammed them down on the bar like savage sailors. “Can I have my daiquiri put into one of those styrofoam cups with the top that you serve soda in?” Ginger asked the bartender with a tipsy giggle as she leaned over the bar exposing a bit of cleavage. “Don’t worry. I’m not driving and I’m getting married tomorrow.” The handsome bartender knew that it was against policy to let her take the drink outside but he was smitten by her charm so he went to the restaurant side of the club and got a styrofoam cup and lid for Ginger.
The three tipsy girls walked as dignified as they could to their individual cabs going in opposite directions. “You guys call me when you get home.” Ginger yelled as she got into her cab. She tossed the cab driver a 50 and yelled.“Up up and awayyyy!” It was at that moment that Ginger realized that she was no longer tipsy. The last drink classified her as being drunk. The cab driver sat still waiting on a set of directions or a destination that didn’t come from a comic book as he laughed inside. Finally Ginger got the hint. “Take me to 25418 Meeks Plaza.” Ginger let the window down to let the air hit her face. It was just what she needed. When Ginger came to, she was sitting in her drive way. She’d slept all the way home. The sleep and the air did a remedy of sobering her up a bit. She opened the door to exit the cab. “Thank you sir. Please keep the change for putting up with me. You are a good man, a good good man. You have a blessed day.” The cab driver pulled off with a $20 tip and a nice story for his coworkers.
As Ginger walked up the drive way she noticed her future husband, Pastor Reginald Fillmore Jr. on his knees on her front porch. He had one hand balancing on the house and the other on the bush that his entire face was buried in as he threw up. Ginger stopped halfway there, stood still and sipped her daiquiri. She was preparing for the nonsense. “His drunk ass.” Ginger said to herself. “Look at him. I can’t believe I’m about to marry this clown.” Ginger laughed as she walked up on the porch. “Reggie!” He was startled from a doze that he was obviously taking on her bush. His pants weren’t buckled and she wondered more and more what his night had entailed.
“Baby! Baby! I’m sorry.” Reggie attempted to pull himself up but stumbled back to his knees. He grab Gingers waist with both hands looking up at her from the ground. “Baby! I’m so sorry. I…I was drinking and doing right and then I just messed up.”
Ginger still sipping on her drink was curious about what he was admitting to so instead of get immediately angry, she decided to play it cool just to get the truth out of him. She was secretly already pissed off before hearing what he’d done. The last thing that she wanted to do was to let him know that she was angry before even finding out anything. She needed the evidence before she condemned him to death by verbal beating. “What’s wrong honey? What’d you do?” Ginger asked in the sweetest softest voice while caressing his face. Reggie pressed his face up against Gingers stomach holding her waist tight.
He looked up at her with drunken tears in his eyes with vomit and Italian wine on his breath. “It was Donnie. It was him baby.” Reggie could barely breathe between the hiccups and the dry heaving. “He invited some dancers to the party and I didn’t wanna touch them or look at them and then they got naked.” Reggie stopped talking to throw up on the step while holding on to Ginger with one hand, still on his knees. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and went back to holding onto her legs and bottom with both arms. “I didn’t like it. I just didn’t like it so I left and got in the car to go home. You see the car there.” Reggie pointed to the Hummer limo parked across the street from her house. “I got in that very car and told the driver to take me home baby. I wanted to go home for you, for us..usss.” Reggie slurred his words.
“But Donnie called that hoe Kristy and put her in the limo and I told her to get out baby. I told her to but she kept trying. I be just trying to be good and I no get nowhere. No like stop I say, but she no listening to my pants buckle down. I’m ain’t no fool for set up chump!” Ginger did her best to continue to hide her fury so that she could attempt to make out the rest of his jumbled words. At that point in the story Reggie was in tears. He tugged the bottom of her dress and looked deeply in her eyes. “I swear. I swear it baby. I didn’t have sex with her. She just blow jobbed it. That’s all I swear. Please forgive me. Please.” Reggie’s tears began to slide down Ginger’s bare legs. He was balling like a baby. “Please forgive me. I want you to still marry me. I need you baby. I swear I’m trying. I wouldn’t know what to do if you left me. Please Gin.” Reggie wiped his face on the crotch of her dress smearing tears, saliva and pieces of his dinner earlier onto the fabric.
Ginger was disgusted at the situation. “So what you’re saying to me is that you got a blow job from a church slut the night before our wedding after you got too drunk to use your better mind? Is that the bulk of it?” Ginger opened her cup and emptied the remaining liquid onto Reggie’s head. “Get the hell off of my stoop.” Ginger pushed him away from her and reached for her keys. “NOOO!” Reggie yelled grabbing her ankle.
“Forgive him!” God’s voice rang in Gingers head and in her spirit. “Forgive him because you aren’t perfect. Your past skeletons say that you deserve to be on your knees with him so forgive him now!” Ginger turned around and looked down on him. Reggie tried once again to get understandable words out. “She was talking about how she was jealous of black girl’s butts and she didn’t have one and I felt guilty baby. I felt so bad I put her out on the corner bus stop so she could do the bus or take a cab. I feel so bad. I know you shouldn’t forgive me but I want you to be my wife and I’m so sorry. Please show up tomorrow baby. I love you.” Ginger didn’t want to ignore the situation but she knew that he was changing and change didn’t happen overnight. He had to feel bad because he showed up to confess and she was aware that Donnie was a male whore and would do something like that. Ginger had to admit to herself that she did love Fillmore and perhaps she was anointed to deal with this man in a way that no other woman could. “We’re getting married tomorrow so you should go home and clean up. Get some rest. I forgive you.”
The drunken Reggie covered in vomit chunks, strawberry daiquiri and tears mustered the biggest smile that a man on his knees outside of a woman’s house could ever muster. Even Ginger had to smile at him when she saw it. She opened the door to her hard earned house and closed it behind her. Fillmore stumbled to his ride with a weight lifted off of his shoulders and was escorted home.
Kenisha
Kenisha arrived back to the hotel with her brother and Taurus. Corey had his own hotel room where all of his things were already unpacked. She had no idea how long Taurus had been planning the surprise. It was happening so fast. Kenisha barely had a chance to catch her breath. One day she was going to work living a mundane boring life and the next thing she knows she’s in a relationship with another woman, in love, casting out demons, hearing the voice of God that she’d never heard before in all
of her years of going to church. She was in Niagara Falls preparing for not one but two weddings, one being her own. She was concerned that she wasn’t overwhelmed. This type of activity in the past would’ve given her such anxiety but it currently wasn’t. She was very calm and more excited than afraid. That made her question herself. Why was she so comfortable with this woman and allowing her to lead? Why was her brother so on board with this world wind activity? Kenisha felt like she needed to talk to Taurus and couldn’t wait to get into the room alone with her.
Once Corey arrived on his floor he kissed his sister and hugged his future sister in law. “I’m going to freshen up and go hit the town. I’m sure it’s plenty of trouble to get into around here. Just wait until these ladies get a load of me! The wedding isn’t until 1 o’clock. I should be back by then.” Corey laughed and did his pimp player walk toward his room. Kenisha was confused and decided to begin the conversation as they took the elevator a few floors up to their suite. “Your mother’s wedding doesn’t start until 3pm. What is Corey talking about?” Kenisha asked. They arrived at the floor and Taurus smiled and remained silent until they entered their room.
“Our wedding is at 1pm.” Taurus answered with a smile. “There’s a very nice loving minister that will be performing both weddings. Ours will be first to not take away from my mother’s day.” Taurus grabbed Kenisha by the waist and pulled her closer. “Everything is already taken care of. I know that you’re prone to worry but it’s safe to not be worried too you know.” Kenisha was taken back. She’d forgotten that every now and then Taurus did seem to hit the nail right on the head with what Kenisha was thinking.