Reverend Cash: Let Us Prey

by Sa'id Salaam

  Cash settled in a window seat to catch up on what he’d missed. What he’d missed the most was the soft, velvety, slippery feel of pussy and he couldn’t wait to get into some. However, he would have to wait and he’d be tested while he did. The first test came just as the bus’s backup alarms began to sound.

  “Wait! Hol’ up!” a lady shouted as she ran along tapping on the bus’s door. The driver stopped and let her board. “Ooh honey, thank you so much!”

  Cash looked curiously at the tall woman with the obvious wig and ton of make-up applied to her face. She wasn’t his type but after twenty years that was negotiable. The woman scanned the bus for an empty seat. There were plenty but she chose the one next to him.

  “Hey there honey,” the woman sang and extended a large hand. It was then that Cash realized that she was a he. “My name is Akai.”

  “I’m Reverend Cash,” he said, liking how it sounded. He liked it so much that he almost said it again just to hear it again.

  “Ooh, I love preachers!” Akai cheered complete with a sissy clap.

  Cash had his mind set on a woman, but the effeminate man turned him on. He looked, sounded, and smelled just like a woman and Cash’s body responded.

  “Mmm, I see that the preacher likes me too!” Akai said, looking at the thick bulge between Cash’s legs. It was rock hard and throbbed with every beat of his racing heart.

  “You know what…” Cash began as he looked around as they rode. He was checking to see if it would be possible for him to discreetly get some head, just to take the edge off of his desires, but it wasn’t meant to be. Not only were all the passengers wide awake but there was also a child sitting directly across from him.

  “You wanna hook up when we get to the A?” it offered.

  “Hell yeah!” Cash said. He’d convinced himself that it would be his last time with a man, then it would be strictly woman after that. At least that was his theory.

  It’s a long ride from Memphis to Atlanta and the anticipation of getting his dick sucked upon arrival only served to make it that much longer. Akai had an apartment so that solved the dilemma of where they would be spending the night.

  It was just after midnight when the bus pulled into Atlanta. Cash quickly pulled his bag from the overhead compartment and followed his new friend off the bus. Activity at the club across the street immediately caught his eye.

  “That’s a strip club. Them bitches in there are fierce!” Akai explained. “Let me get my bag and then I’ll be right back.

  He could be right back all that he wanted but Cash wouldn’t be there when he returned. He was pulled across the street like he was being pulled by some type of magnetic force. Pussy had the tendency to do that to a man.

  “Twenty,” the hostess with the biggest titties he’d ever seen demanded when Cash stepped inside.

  “Dollars?” Cash asked slightly confused. When he’d left the streets it had only cost fifty cents to get into a club. The beautiful women he was able to see from the door killed any and all protest from him. Luckily for his pockets it didn’t cost two hundred dollars because he would have gladly paid it.

  “Oh my!” Cash muttered when he walked fully inside. His knees actually buckled at the sight of all the ass and titties walking around. Stallions of all shapes, colors, and sizes walked by on stilt like high heels causing his dick to grow long and hard against his leg. He knew he had to sit down before he passed out. A couple of guys abandoned a table and he rushed over to commandeer it before someone else did.

  “What you drankin’?” a sexy waitress demanded when she arrived at his table. His seated position put him right at eye level with her exposed navel. Right above it set a pair of heavy breast and right below it was a fat crotch put on display by a pair of tiny shorts.

  “Huh?” he asked since he didn’t understand what the vagina had just said.

  “Up here, boo,” she said pointing up at her face. “What you drankin’?”

  “I’ll take a… um…” he paused. He doubted that they sold homemade moonshine and beyond that he was lost since the place didn’t look like it sold the cheap whine he’d grown up on either. Another waitress passed by with fluorescent blue liquor in glasses and saved the day. “I’ll take one of those.”

  “One Blue Motherfucker coming right up,” she said and gave him an ass cheek show as she went to retrieve his order. However, it was nothing compared to the set of cheeks on display on the stage. A jet black girl was up there bouncing up and down making her ass clap. Cash couldn’t take another second of it. He reached for his zipper so he could jack off.

  “Table dance?” a very pretty but very young looking girl asked before he could get his dick out which would have gotten him in trouble.

  “How old are you?” he couldn’t help but to ask. She looked like she was young enough to still get excited when someone waved bye-bye to her.

  “Dang! Why people keep asking me that?” she fussed and stomped her foot. Her firm breast shook once and stopped under the crispy white wife beater. She put her hand on her curvy hip and stated, “Old enough. I’m eighteen!”

  “That’s old enough for me. How much for a dance?” he asked just as the waitress returned with his drink. She placed it in front of him and he handed her a ten dollar bill. There was a brief standoff as they both looked at and waited for the other. He expected some change and she expected a tip.

  “Ten bucks. Same as dranks cost,” the young stripper tossed in to settle the tacit debate.

  “Oh!” they both laughed. He parted with another ten and the waitress left with a smile.

  “It’s an extra ten for me to come out of my top and ten more for the bottom,” she said as she plucked at the elastic of her boy shorts for emphasis. Cash’s reply was a twenty for them both.

  “Lawd!” he exclaimed as she removed her top and revealed a pair of high yellow breast capped by large brown nipples. She then turned and bent over as she peeled the boy shorts off of her round ass. Her bald plump vagina hung between her legs like a piece of juicy ripe fruit.

  “Hey!” she reeled when she felt his hand between her thighs. “They don’t let y’all touch! Not unless you in the VIP room.”

  “How… eh em,” he started then paused to clear his throat. “How much for the VIP?”

  “It’s a hundred dollars to get in, plus I get a hundred and you have to pay every twenty minutes,” she explained. She’d gotten a peek at his wad of cash when he paid her so she knew he could stand it.

  “I’m going to need more than twenty minutes,” Cash said thoughtfully.

  “Shoot you can just pay me five hundred for the whole night,” she leaned in and offered. The dancers were forbidden from taking customers home, but if the girl wasn’t hard headed then she wouldn’t be a stripper, now would she?

  “Let’s go! I’m Cash, and you are…?”

  “I’m Meeka,” she said pointing her finger at herself the way a toddler does when introducing him/herself. “Let me go change!”

  Cash took a sip of the blue drink and frowned. It was super sweet but he could still taste all the alcohol underneath it. He gulped the drink down while watching the women on stage as well as the ones walking by and giving lap dances at the other tables. As he watched he began to rub his bulge through his pants. He would’ve bust in them had Meeka not returned when she did.

  “Ready?” she asked bouncing happily. She looked even younger in her street clothes and that turned him on even more.

  “Ready as I’ve ever been in my life!” he announced.

  “I told the manager you was my daddy,” she giggled.

  “I’m ‘bout to be!” Cash returned.

  Chapter 41

  “This is yours?” Cash frowned when a late model BMW chirped in answer to the remote Meeka pushed. It honked, flashed its lights, and unlocked its doors as the button was pushed.

  “Yeah, my granddaddy gave it to me when I got accepted into college,” she replied. They climbed in and it started with the press of a
button. Cash flinched when thunderous rap music came blaring out of the speakers. That’s how she rolled so they were forced to shout to each other for the entire ride.

  “I gotta make a quick stop,” she yelled while driving as fast as the music was loud.

  “Okay,” he yelled back and settled comfortably into the leather seat. Soon he was bobbing his head to the beat and by the third repetition of the chorus he was singing along.

  Cash couldn’t help but to notice the girl seemed to have more pep in her step when she returned to the car after making her stop. She was now dancing in her seat as she dipped in and out of traffic. He also took notice of the way that she sniffled and rubbed her nose a few times. He assumed that she was on dope, but the only dope he knew about made you nod not bob.

  Meeka pulled into a gated B rated apartment complex. A quick press of her smart phone lifted the gate and she zipped under it. Cash stared up at her ass as she led the way up the stairs to her unit.

  “Nice,” Cash admired when he stepped inside. Each room had been purchased as a package straight out of a B rated furniture store. A good night of stripping had paid for each room individually.

  “Make yourself at home,” she blurted over her shoulder as she sped off into the back of the apartment.

  He did too by taking a seat on the sofa and lighting the half joint that was left in the ashtray. Meanwhile, Meeka snorted coke and jumped into the shower. She dried off and slipped on a tiny oriental style robe.

  “I’m back,” Meeka sang as she breezed back into the room. She sat Indian style on the sofa giving him a peek at her plump vagina.

  “I see,” he smiled at the vagina then up at her face. She looked even younger without all the war paint on her face. That was enough foreplay for him so he reached over and touched her bald box.

  “Mmm,” she moaned and reach out to return the favor. He was so hard that it took some doing to get his big dick out of the opening of his pants. “Dang! You got a big ol’ dick!”

  “Thanks,” he shrugged at what he assumed was a compliment. He then looked down and watched her grip his shaft with her tiny hands. She intended to stroke it but only managed one pump.

  “Oh, Hell Naw!” Meeka fussed when he promptly erupted into the air.

  “My bad. I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”

  “I know what you need. I’m tryna fuck all night and you cain’t be cumming all quick! Shit, I wanna cum too!” Meeka fussed all the way into her bedroom and back, “… don’t make no sense! Got a big ol’ dick and…”

  “What’s that?” he asked curiously as she dumped a pile of white powder onto the table. “Heroin?”

  “Boy, don’t nobody use that stuff no mo’!” she shot back as she chopped and diced the powder into four lines. She then leaned in and inhaled two and saved the other two for him. “This is some bomb ass coke.”

  Cash contemplated for all the time it took for her to hand him the rolled up bill. He took it and then repeated what he’d seen her do. The two lines sent him reeling back onto the sofa.

  “Damn it man!” Cash exclaimed at the instant euphoria that rushed through his system. Not only was the drug’s impact immediate it was also permanent. He now wanted to feel this way all the time.

  “Now come on in the back here so that we can fuck!” Meeka demanded. She dropped her robe on the way to her room and he peeled off his shirt. Once they were both naked she pushed him on the bed. A little head had him rock hard even though his dick felt numb. “I’m finna ride this!”

  “Careful now, that’s a lot of dick,” Cash chuckled smugly. He watched as she straddled him backwards and rubbed his swollen head between her slippery lower lips.

  To his utter amazement she sank all the way down onto his dick with no hesitation. He just knew it was in her lungs or liver.

  “Mm hm,” Meeka agreed as she began to ride him in a forward and back motion, instead of the standard up and down one. She moaned, rocked, and came only to start all over again. An hour later she fell over to the side totally spent.

  “Nuh uh,” Cash laughed. He hadn’t gotten his yet so things were far from over.

  “You can keep going,” she offered and flipped flat onto her stomach. She invited him in by arching her back and spreading her legs.

  Cash slid back inside of her until he reached her ovaries. He took a few cursory pumps then proceeded to fuck the daylights out of the young girl. In fact daylight had just broke when he pulled out and bust a nut on her back.

  “Finally!’ Meeka fussed. “Now let me get a lil sleep. I gotta go to church in a couple hours!”

  “Church?” Cash asked in astonishment. That was the last place he figured she’d go. Especially after all the dancing, sucking, fucking, snorting, and smoking they’d just did.

  “Yeah, I go to church!” she said almost defensively. “Matter of fact, it’s my family’s church. My granddaddy was the preacher until he died a few months ago.”

  “So, so, so w–who the preacher now?” Cash asked eagerly.

  “Ain’t got one. My Grandma looking for one now since she in charge. Deacon Small be preaching but his old ass is senile as fuck! Now, you mind if I get me some sleep? Please!”

  “Sure, no problem. As long as I can go to church with you in the morning.”

  “That’s a first!” Meeka laughed. “Sure, come on.”

  ****

  A few hours later a blaring alarm clock absolutely insisted that the two wake up. Meeka was smart enough to put it across the room so she would be forced to get up to turn it off. Once she was up, she was up and didn’t go back to bed. Her phone began vibrating on the nightstand as a follow up.

  “Hey Grandma… mm hm… of course… love you too,” Meeka said and hung up. “Ol’ girl always make sure I’m coming to church.”

  “I see,” Cash replied. It took great restraint not to try to fuck her again that morning. Especially when they took a joint shower to save time.

  He ran the iron over one of his other outfits while she got into her church clothes. Meeka now looked fifteen in her flowery dress and pigtails with ribbons.

  The drive across town landed them in East Atlanta. A neighborhood in transition from hood to chic middle class. Cash was halfway expecting some rundown, juke joint of a church but to his surprise New World Baptist was anything but. The fairly new building was built to hold a congregation that doubled every few years.

  “Nice!” Cash nodded at the potential. If he could get his foot in the door here he could make some serious money.

  “Believe it or not this use to be a run-down juke joint type church when my granddaddy first got it. Now they own all the land, houses, cars, and a laundry mat…”

  Cash had to fight an erection as she ran off a long list of assets. A police officer stood in the middle of the street to direct the flow of traffic. Meeka pulled in and whipped around the back to the VIP parking, that was reserved for family members, Deacons, and it also had a big empty spot that read ‘Pastor Parking’.

  “First things first,” she said as she dug into her purse. She came out with her supply of cocaine. After inhaling a few bumps up each nostril she offered some to her guest. “Have some?”

  “Uh…” he debated for a second and gave in. He felt faster than a speeding bullet as they walked inside.

  Cash counted heads in the first pew and multiplied it by the number of pews as they made their way to the VIP seating on the front pew. He shook his head at the number he came up with. Deacon Small stood and began to preach or something.

  “Uh… welcome to the uh…” the eighty year old stammered. He squinted as he looked around until it came to him, “New World Baptist Church!”

  “See why my grandma looking for a new preacher. They holding tryouts soon, then the board gone pick one. She got the final say though,” Meeka whispered.

  Old Deacon Small caught a groove and starting preaching real good. He misquoted a few scriptures but it sounded good. So did the choir. The mix of old an
d young, male and females got the joint jumping.

  Meeka jumped up and sang and danced. Cash recalled a few of the moves from his table dance last night. The parishioners thought she’d caught the Holy Ghost but he knew it was just that good coke.

  “We got anyone who wants to testify?” the Deacon asked as he wrapped up his sermon. Several hands went up in the air as he scanned the sea of pews. He deliberately looked over Sister Johnson because the old lady had no filter and no chill. Somebody would definitely get put on blast and/or cursed out if he let her testify. He zoned in on Cash, being a new face and right up front got him a nod and the microphone.

  “Y’all mind, if I testify?” he asked softly and meekly. He asked so softly and meekly that Meeka squinted to make sure that he was the same dude who’d just fucked the daylights out of her.

  “Go on and testify! Speak! Well! Take your time!” the congregation advised.

  “Okay… I’ll testify,” he said softly before going in. Reverend Cash knew this was his shot and so he shot for the stars. All eyes and ears were on him as he quoted scripture and made shit up. He ended a half hour after he’d started by introducing himself. “I’m Reverend William Cash and I want to be a part of your family.”

  “Damn it man!” Deacon Small exclaimed when he got the mic back. “That boy shol’ can preach!”

  “Come on and meet my Granny,” Meeka said once heads lifted from the final prayer.

  “Let’s,” he agreed offering the crook of his arm. She took it and led him over to meet Mother Nancy.

  “Grandma, this is my friend Reverend Cash,” Meeka announced. The three hundred pound woman was the same light complexion as her granddaughter and was probably just as pretty forty something years ago. She was laced in white lace and diamonds.

  “Ma’am,” Reverend Cash nodded respectfully. The woman looked him up and down but got stuck on his crotch.

  “Grandma!” Meeka called to break the spell.

  “Oh!” the old lady giggled and finally looked up, “Nice to meet you. I loved that testimony!”