Reverend Cash: Let Us Prey (9 page)

Chapter 20

Billy knew he was in trouble when he went to court. It was the first day of his trial and he was just finally meeting his public defender. The five hundred pound white man had his greasy hair pulled into a dirty looking ponytail. His suit had an eclectic design on it from a variety of food and beverage stains going back since the last time it was cleaned. If the man didn’t care about himself he certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t give a fuck about his client.

Both the attorney and the judge read the complaint lodged against Billy by Pastor Paul. The wrinkled old man up on the bench peered over his glasses with a look of displeasure upon his face from what he was reading. Billy’s lawyer also set shaking his head in distain. Neither were good signs.

“So you stole from the preacher, huh? The person who was tryna help you,” the judge said in disgust. Lady shook her head in shame when the words hit her ears.

“Sir I…” Billy began but was quickly hushed by his so-called lawyer. The man sucked some dried coffee from his mustache before he finally spoke up.

“Yo Honor, my client would like to plead guilty and throw himself on the mercy of the court,” he decided all on his own.

“I would?” Billy asked surprised by the decision he didn’t make.

“Well, in that case, I sentence you to… forty years in the state penitentiary,” the judge said. He had been getting rid of niggers forty years at a time for the last forty years. He added forty more years to the tally etched into his desk.

“Yo Honor, Sir, that’s more than fair ‘cept it’s mo’ than the law allows. This boy here is a minor,” Billy’s lawyer said in his defense.

“A minor! He shol’ is a biggin’!” the judged judged as if at a slave auction. “Damn it, I can only send him away until he turns eighteen. I’ll get my forty years next time you come in front of me.”

“Say thank ya, boy!” his public defender demanded.

“Fo’ what?” Billy wanted to know. He was quickly shackled at his ankles and wrists for the shuffle back to the jail.

“My baby,” Lady muttered heartbroken. It’d just dawned on her that she would now be alone. Lady could not function alone.

Leroy twisted his lips as if to say ‘ain’t this some shit’. He was right too because it was some shit; it was some bullshit to be specific. However, he couldn’t help but to shoot the boy an ‘I told you so’ look as he passed. The pimp now had two years to ensure that the boy had nothing and no one else to turn to but him.

****

“Is that her?” Leroy asked when Shawna emerged from her house. With her dick supply cut off she was once again on her way to The Rib Shack to get her eat on.

“Shol’ is!” Byron acknowledged from the passenger seat of the pimp’s car. He missed his partner already but was delighted to be riding shot gun in the pimp’s pimp mobile. It had a diamond in the back, a sunroof top, so he gangsta leaned.

“Watch how a pimp, pimps,” the pimp said as he pulled up on the chubby girl. “Hey pretty lady!”

Shawna looked around to see who he was talking to but saw no one. She was actually pretty but had never heard if from a man before. Billy had once blurted that she had some good pussy, but that was as close as it got.

“Yeah you. What yo’ name is? Where ya headed?”

“Shawna,” Shawna replied and then giggled into her hands. “I was finna go get somethin’ to eat.”

“Hop in, I’ll feed you,” Leroy demanded. Shawna climbed into the back of the car and the pimp took her home.

The only thing Leroy gave her to eat was dick, and plenty of it. He put the dick to her every which way but loose. Billy had one stroke, hard and long, but the mature man hit her in a variety of positions, speeds, and angles. She came so many times that she’d lost count. Once she finally stopped shaking and shivering from the last orgasm she reached for her purse.

“This all I have on me,” she said apologetically as she attempted to hand him the money. Surely she had gotten more than twenty bucks worth of fucking.

“Baby, keep yo’ money! Men ‘posed to pay to get some of this sweet ass,” the pimp spit.

“Fo’ real?” she shot back. The concept of getting paid to feel good intrigued the hell out of the young naïve girl. Hell it beat the hell out of the assembly line she stood at for eight hours a day.

“Hell yeah! Matter of fact…” Leroy said as he hopped out the bed and left the room. Shawna locked her eyes on the pimp’s swinging dick and got hypnotized. He came back in with a small tin containing a beige powder. “Here, since I ain’t got no cash.”

“How I do it?” she asked, instead of saying hell no and running for her life.

Leroy showed her how to use her pinky nail as a scoop and to snort some heroin up into each nostril. Shawna got so high so fast that even she knew that she was hooked. After Leroy put the dick to her once more she was a good girl gone bad. She ended up parting with that twenty anyway. She used it to buy some of the powder that made her feel so good.

“Who next?” Leroy asked after he dropped Shawna back off at home.

“Um… Bernice, Shonda, Shonda’s mama, um…” Byron said, naming off all the women that he knew who paid to get laid by Billy.

Leroy put the car back into gear and set out to get them all. Pimp or die.

Chapter 21

“State yo’ name, city you from, and the crime that got you sent here!” the reform school guard shouted an inch from Billy’s face.

The redneck guard had deep wrinkles in his tanned skin making it look like a piece of leather. He was so close that he spewed tobacco juice along with pieces of the hog maws he’d eaten for lunch. Billy let out a deep sigh trying to keep his composure.

If being sent to reform school for two years for a crime he didn’t commit wasn’t bad enough the ride up to the mountains pushed it over the top. The small country town only had one stop sign in it and it actually said ‘whoa’.

“William Cash. Memphis and I ain’t did nothing!” Billy snapped through clenched teeth. The guard gave pause to his attitude before moving on to the other two juveniles that had come in with him from the Memphis jail.

“Name, city, and crime!” the cop demanded down the line. Once all the introductions were made the boys were shown the gun line. “You know why we call it the gun line? Cuz if you cross it we gon’ gun yo’ black ass down!”

Next came the next stage of degradation. The three guards plopped down in their chairs, cracked cold beers, and ordered the boys to strip. They had no strip clubs, so this would have to do.

“Must be half Chinese,” the first cop joked when the first boy dropped his trousers.

“This one is only half black.” The next cop joked upon seeing the next boy’s dick.

“Dayum!” they all shouted when Billy came out of his clothes.

“Let me see that thing!” one said rushing over for a closer look. Billy flinched when he leaned in and cocked his head sideways. “He had to fuck his mama when he came out her black box!”

“Is that right boy? You fucked yo’ mama?” another joked.

“No, but I fucked yo’ mama! Right in her fat ass!” Billy snapped. The two other boys took a side step away from his so that they wouldn’t catch what he was about to catch.

Not only did the redneck guards at the reform school get a kick out of ribbing the boys they also got a real kick out of kicking the boys in their ribs, asses, and heads. Some of the boys lived, some died. Some even got dragged across the gun line and shot dead.

“What did that nigga just say, Bubba?” the cop standing next to him asked.

“I believe he said he put that thang up in Aunt Betty!” he replied.

“That’s what I thought he said,” he said raising his stick.

“Just hol’ up one second, Jethro! We don’t need them folks from the state down here again!” Bubba protested. They had just been investigated for a death barely a week ago. Of course they had gotten cleared, but they didn’t need them back so soon.

“You right, you right!” he nodded lowering the stick. “A yellow wicked smile spread across his face as an idea popped into his mind. “This here boy said he was from Nashville didn’t he Bubba?”

“No, he said Mem— Oh yeah, I sure believe he did. Guess we best put him in the Nashville dorm then,” the cop laughed. Billy frowned curiously trying to figure out the punch line that cracked the crackers up. He was about to find out real soon.

See, somewhere along the line black people had gotten life fucked up. They’d started believing that black lives only mattered if you wore the same color or are from the same hood — if you weren’t or didn’t then you were dead. Because of this the dorms had to be segregated and separated by city. Nashville had a dorm as did Chattanooga, Memphis, and every other city. Anytime the guards wanted to punish a boy they tossed him in the wrong dorm.

****

“Y’all boys smoking good, I see!” Bubba barked as he stepped into the Nashville dorm. No one was worried since he was the one who supplied the reefer, wine, and whatever else the boys could afford.

All eyes shot to Billy and looked him up and down as he entered the dorm. Faces frowned when no one could claim him. The boys looked at each trying to see if anyone knew him, but no one did.

“Alright, y’all boys have fun,” the cop laughed as he closed the door behind himself. They didn’t lock it since they had the gun line.

“Where you from nigga?” Hambone demanded. The super-sized black boy ran the Nashville dorm and called the shots.

“Memphis!” Billy said loud and proud and got his ass whooped. He was punched and kicked until he was lumped up, bloody, bruised, and sound asleep.

“I should fuck him!” Hambone announced. That, of course, woke Billy up and he fought for the life of his butthole.

“It ain’t going down like that!” Pickle from Memphis shouted as he and the rest of the Memphis boys stormed in. There was a brief standoff as they debated on going to war or not.

“Man… y’all take this lil’ bitch back to Memphis,” Hambone said to the relief of most.

A large boy from Memphis picked Billy up and put him over his shoulder. Billy was snoring lightly from the beating when they made it back to the dorm.

“Guess he gotta go in the boom-boom room with Camille,” he said, seeing that the other new boys had already taken all the other open rooms.

“Long as he respect the line he’ll be a’right,” Pickle said.

“Oh my!” Camille shrieked when they barged in on a blow job.

“Un uh, come on,” the boy said as he guided Camille’s head back into position to finish giving him head. Camille complied, finished him off, and then sent him away for a nap. She then went over and frowned down at the sleeping stranger and realized that she knew him. She was still staring down at him when he awoke. Billy grimaced from the bumps and bruises from getting his ass kicked. He looked up at the girl standing over him and strained to recall where he knew her from. The long hair and lipstick slowed up the identification, but it finally dawned on him.

“Earl! What you doing here?”

Chapter 22

“Who’s next?” Leroy asked when he finished with Bernice. He had already ran through Shawna, Shonda, and Shonda’s mama. He had them hooked on both the dick and dope, pushing Billy far, far from their minds.

“That’s all I know of,” Byron shrugged. His not knowing about the waitress and a couple others saved them from the misery that Leroy had to offer.

“Nah, there is one mo’ I gotta get!” Leroy nodded in agreement with his sinister plot. When Billy came home he wouldn’t have anyone to turn to but him. Not even his closest friend Byron.

Byron watched the pimp carefully as he unfolded a tin of heroin. He scooped a little into his pinky nail and turned to Byron. Byron quickly averted his eyes as he always did which allowed the pimp to dump the powder back into the tin. Byron turned back around in time to see Leroy snort nothing but air up each nostril.

“You wanna hit this boy? You ready to be a man, yet?” the pimp dared. Leroy took the liberty of scooping some more out with his nail, knowing that the impressionable youth wouldn’t be able to say no — he would’ve said no had Billy been around, but he wasn’t so…

“No, yes, I mean I…” Byron stuttered. Leroy made up his mind for him by sticking his pinky under one of his nostrils.

“Sniff!” the pimp ordered and the teen sniffed.

“Ugh!” the teen reeled as the bitter powder entered into his life. There wasn’t much time to think before Leroy pushed his full pinky nail under his other nostril.

“’Bout to drop you off. I gots some pimpin’ to do,” Leroy announced and put the Caddie in gear. Byron’s chin hit his chest as he went into a deep nod. It was the beginning of the end.

****

Billy found out real quick why his room was designated as the boom-boom room. Shortly after breakfast the boys began stopping by to spend a few minutes inside of Camille’s mouth. He was so exhausted from the trip and getting his ass whooped that he just laid in his bunk and tried to ignore the slurping, moans, and eventual grunts of satisfaction coming from the next bunk. He didn’t come from under his sheet until chow was called.

“Trays up! Y’all niggas come eat!” the guard yelled when the orderly brought in the noon meal.

Saturday and Sundays offered sandwiches and soup while Monday through Friday were spent in the fields. Lunch on those day was a sandwich of thick peanut butter and water. The boys picked cotton and other crops from sun-up to sundown. Billy arrived on a Friday so he had no idea what was in store for him.

“You better go eat! Them niggas ain’t gon’ save none,” Earl warned.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” Billy said sitting up on his bed. He looked over at the boy he knew and saw a girl that he didn’t know. He’d taken a pillowcase and fashioned a short skirt out of it and his already long hair was now even longer and slicked back with pomade. He’d used the dyes from candy to create lip-gloss and eyeliner to complete his transformation.

“You ain’t eatin’?” Billy asked as he stood to go eat.

“Un uh, I’m full!” he said rubbing his flat belly.

“I bet!” Billy laughed. The boy had been swallowing cum all morning so it was no wonder that he was full.

Billy’s presence at the table in the day area caused a brief pause, then the action resumed. He too paused for a second to figure out the protocol. It was each man for himself so he dug in. After grabbing a sandwich he held his bowl out so the orderly could ladle some soup inside of it. He sat down at the table and dug in.

“I heard you represented Memphis to the fullest,” Pickle proclaimed. The other boys became mute when their leader spoke.

The large boy would be turning eighteen in a few weeks but he wouldn’t be going home. The manslaughter charge he’d caught at fifteen meant he still owed the state another ten years. Billy peeped how the others deferred to him and realized that he was in charge. He paused for a second to mull his words over before he released them.

“Leroy Johnson told me not to come home if’n I didn’t,” he replied. The weight of the name he dropped opened most of the boy’s eyes wide in amazement.

“Pimpin’ Leroy, from the Southside?” a boy cocked his head and dared.

“That’s the one!” Billy said lifting his chin proudly. Even Pickle nodded in admiration. The sad fact was that the ghetto kids didn’t have many role models. The people who managed to make it out were gone and most didn’t come back. All that was left was the ghetto superstars, the pimps, pushers, and robbers.

“You smoke?” Pickle asked. The smile on Billy’s face answered for him before his words did.

“Sho’nuff, but… how we gone get some smoke in here?” Billy asked.

“That ain’t never a problem!” another boy shouted while the rest of them cracked up.

Once the meal was complete several boys pulled out sacks of reefer while others ripped the pages from a bible and tore them into smaller pieces to be used as rolling papers. The common area soon filled with smoke, music, and laughter as the reefer and homemade wine was passed around.

“Hey now!” a boy cheered as Earl came out shaking his ass. He was helped on top of the table where he proceeded to bump and grind. Billy had absolutely no interest in seeing the sissy put on. He shook his head as he walked into his room.

“He think he too good to watch the show,” a boy tattled to Pickle.

Pickle scrunched his face up to process the words and then shook his head no. He hadn’t had any interest in the sissies when he’d first came in off the streets either. That was three years ago though and things had changed.

“He’ll come around,” Pickle decided. Why wouldn’t he when Pickle himself had. Pickle turned back around and continued to watch the show with an erection throbbing in his coveralls.

Billy laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling. The wine and weed had put a goofy smile on his face as he lay there thinking that jail wouldn’t be so bad with the wine and weed. That thought would change when he hit them fields come Monday morning.

“Shit!” Billy fussed when his solitude was invaded. Pickle came busting in cradling Earl in his arms.

“You can go or stay, but I’m finna get some of this pussy,” Pickle announced. He tossed Earl on the bed and dropped his coveralls. Billy was already out the door when the sissy bent over doggy style. He wasn’t the only one about to get hit from the back.

****

Lady wasn’t expecting any company so she ignored the knock on her door. She figured it was some woman’s husband looking to spend a few dollars on stuff that his wife wouldn’t do, but she would. That’s why her hair stayed laid and theirs didn’t.

“Wish I might!” Lady huffed when she heard the knock again. Then it dawned on her that the factories didn’t pay until next week and she didn’t do credit. What she look like loaning out some pussy. It’s not like she could take it back if someone decided not to pay up. Even she knew that pussy had more value before it was fucked. The fifth knock finally got her out of her bed and headed to the door. The small house creaked and complained as she marched to the front of it. She was going to read whoever was disturbing her night.

“Good evening, Lady,” the male caller said smoothly as he ironed out his suit coat with his hands.

“What you doing here?” Lady shouted at the last man she’d expected to see at her door.

“Why I came to see you of course,” Leroy said with a smoldering stick of reefer in his lips. It moved up and down when he spoke, but it didn’t fall. It was some real fly pimp shit.

“See me! Fo’ what?” Lady demanded, as she stepped aside so he could enter.

And enter he did. Leroy nodded as he looked around the small front room. He then walked over and copped a squat on the sofa while placing a bottle of wine on the table.

“I’ll get us some glasses,” Lady said and rushed into her kitchen. Leroy got a glance of all that ass she was toting under her night shirt. When she returned he passed her the weed. “Mm hm.”

Leroy smiled at her sitting on the far end of the sofa. It was her way of playing hard to get. He lit another stick when the first one burned to an end. They sipped and smoked in silence for a while before he finally spoke.

“So why you ain’t never tol’ me or him?” he threw out.

“Would it have mattered?” Lady tossed back. Leroy ducked the question and poured the rest of the wine into the Mason jar glasses. He waited a while for the weed and wine to really saturate Lady’s being before putting some pimpin’ in her ear.

“You miss me?” he asked so close in her ear that his lips brushed her ear lobes.

“Ye— I mean… hell nah!” Lady tried to correct but it was too late. The words came out hoarse and her granny panties were soaked from her desire.

Leroy stood up and took her by the hand. When they reached the hall he fell back and let her lead the rest of the way into her bedroom. She didn’t bother closing the door since neither of her children where home, one was in the ground and the other one was in jail. Instead she simply pulled her gown over her head, stepped out of her panties, and got on the bed and assumed the position.

That position was face down ass up, just like the pimp liked it. He dropped his trousers to his ankle and waddled over to her. Lady let out a loud hiss, like a tea kettle, when he slid that pimpin’ into her life. He held onto her wide hips, like a school bus driver holding onto a big ass steering wheel, and began to dig her back out.

“Make me damn sick!” Lady moaned and complained when she came the first time. Leroy didn’t buy it though.

“Mm hm,” the pimp chuckled and kept right on driving that bus. Lady came a couple more times before Leroy finally busted a nut of his own. He decided not to pull out and let go deep inside her for old time’s sake.

“Now see, ‘member what happen last time you skeeted in me,” Lady complained but still squeezed her walls tight around him and rocked her hips to milk him dry. Knowing he was the type to hit and run she decided to beat him to the punch and put him out. “You can go now.”

“Not just yet. That was only round one. I’ma rock this thang all night,” he said. To prove it he stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirts. He then pulled out another stick and stuck it between her lips.

“Mm hm,” Lady said as a thank you when Leroy lit a match for her to light the reefer. She took two puffs then tried to pass it but he declined.”

“I’m cool,” he declined shaking his head. He didn’t smoke heroin.