CLASH

Confrontation

He looked around one more time, making sure that he was alone, ignoring the CCTV around, he then pulled out an ID card from the pocket of his hoodie and then tapped the card at the smart lock …

Inside the maintenance room, he opened his hoodie and hat, revealing a brown hem with a bolo tie on his neck…. Slowly he opened the door that leads to the hallway beneath the stadium, looking in both directions of the hallway, finding out that he was alone, and then he took the right turn, where he knew all the crew would be…

He knows that place by heart. After all, he once worked as a maintenance staff member for the stadium….

And once he was a silly young boy, running around disturbing all the crew busy for a sermon, just like this one….

Sermon given with passion, care, kindness, compassion….

A sermon given by a young preacher who was once filled with love for the soul of a human being….

The same preacher now orating with fire in his voice, but to give different messages…. No love, no compassion…. Just prosperity….

****

Walking at a pace, one would think that the man was part of the crew, he got past them all with ease, and hid himself for a while, waiting for the right moment before he slid inside a small room, next to the dressing room with a star on its door, with a grafted name of the preacher across it….

And there he waits….

****

It was his third year of being the personal assistant for every sermon for the man preaching in such fire, in his deep voice….

That voice…. She thought…. Looking at the man behind the stage, holding the tablet to check on the itinerary the man had to fill, feeling his heart pounding at every word he said, to every move he made, to his grey hair, to his attractiveness….

She bit her lower lips, feeling the arousal that built inside her….

She feels her heart pounding faster as the man approaches her, after he gave the blessing to the crowd at the end of the sermon…

God, he is so mature… She thought, looking at the sweaty forehead, her hand still trembling after three years, handing him his fresh towel for him to wipe his sweat away….

“Thank you, Samantha…” He said, smiling at his assistant, which made the girl’s face blush as she received the wet towel from the man, and then walked just behind the man, escorting him to his dressing room….

She put her tablet in front of her chest, to cover her other hand, pressing the used towel into her chest.

He is truly humble…. She thought, as many of the congregation would say….

He could stay in a fine hotel, and yet he chooses to use the dressing room of the stadium…

“I won’t waste any seconds in traffic…. I want to be in His chosen venue for the duration of this sermon… I want to be ready for God….!”

And his statement just elevated his charisma more to the congregation and to Samantha, as they were closing to the dressing room

“It was a good sermon, pastor….” Said the assistant, escorting the preacher down the stage towards his dressing room….

“It was The Holy Spirit that poured into me, Sam…. It was never me….” He said, smiling, which made the girl blush once again…

“Amen, pastor…. Please, rest…. I’ll check on you later…” Said Samantha, opening the door for him…

“Would you come in, and we can say our grace to our Lord together…?” He asked her, which made her stand still, her heart pound even faster….

His invitations always make her feel blessed….

The representation of God, in this world, invites me? She thought as her body trembled and radiated to his smile, she could have sworn that his body radiated, although dim, bright aura that made her willing to do anything for that man….

“I am grateful, pastor….” She said in a shaky voice, her body trembled as she entered the dressing room, and closed it behind her….

“Are you okay, Sam…?” the pastor asked, his hand touched lightly at the girl’s shaky elbow….

“I… I am, Pastor…” Sha said… was surprised to hear her own croaky voice, that made the Pastor smile….

“Should we clean up before we say our grace…? The Lord wants us to be clean before meeting him, right….?” He said and answered only with a quick nod from the girl, who followed the man obediently to his room…

She could feel her body shaking….

It’s not fear… It’s from the disbelief that God chose her to please his representation on earth…

Looking at the man removing his suit and his shirt, makes her gulp to see the man still wearing his white singlet….

For his age, he still looked healthy, his belly was not flat, as it used to be, but the extra fat gave him a more mature appearance….

He smiled at her, and nodded as if he was asking her to do the same…

Which, with trembling hand, she did…

After setting her tablet in the drawer next to her, she slowly unbuttoned her hem, with a blushing face, knowing that her white bra covered her breast-now exposed for the man to see….

She was trembling even more, when he saw the man, only in his boxer now, coming close at her, marvelling at the sight of her body, which was now just covered in lacy little panties…

God…. I am ready to serve… She said inside her heart as she obediently knelt before the man, and her hands removed the last item that covered the man….

“Oh, how grateful I am, having such a devotion from you, Sam…” Said the preacher as he gently stroked the jaw line of the girl, who had her eyes looking at him while she had her mouth wrapped around the preacher’s erect shaft….

“No, Pastor…. It is my pleasure to serve the Lord….” She said, while her hand replaced her mouth to stroke the pastor, before resuming to put her tongue around the preacher's tight scrotum….

“So, then, my dear…. Come to bed, and let me repay your devotion in kind….” Said the pastor, taking the girl's hands and guiding her to his bed, where she lay after removing the fabric protecting herself from complete nakedness….

Her body trembled as she looked at the man putting his weight on her, and….

Oh my God… how blessed I am…. She thought, gasping and moaning as the man entered her….

****

The preacher went to the small living room, next to his dining table, leaving Samantha asleep, feeling sated and satisfied, after a number of climaxes she had…

The preacher went towards a safe, punched a series of numbers, opened the safe and took a good quality red wine from it, along with a smokeless electric cigarette….

He then sat in a plush cosy chair with a small table next to it.... Atop the table, was a crystal tumbler, then filled with the liquor, took a good gulp before inhaling the electric cigarette before huffing it…

His hand pulled out his cellular phone, but not to look at his note from his sermon, but to look at the bank account put under his name, checking at figures from the offerings given by the audience of his sermon, both from onsite, who prefer to transfer directly, and from his online audience….

He frowns a little…

Not as much as I expected…. I hope we collect more in cash…. He thought…. They should have offered more…. Didn’t they know that offer to me means offer to God?! Cheap….!

He is still grumbling in his heart because of the number of online offerings that miss his prediction, though just by a narrow margin, but still, he switches from his bank account and switches to catalogues he subscribes, that give him the latest information about fine clothes, suits, shoes, wristwatch, which he observes carefully before checking on the item he then pays from his enormous bank account….

He pours another wine and continues scrolling for more items he will use to adorn his big house countryside, with an aesthetic swimming pool, a kennel, and quite a large piece of land that has a beautiful landscape and scenery….

He was so focused he didn’t hear his front door open, and the man in his unkempt beard entered….

“Father….”

*****

The preacher’s head shot up with surprise at seeing the man in front of his eyes….

“What are you doing, here….?! What do you want…?!” He said to the man….

“Ma is very ill, father….”

“So….?!” Said the preacher, disgust in his voice….

“She needed your help….” The man said, trembling with anger because of the disgust he heard coming from the man who was supposed to give compassion…

“She rejected my help long ago…. She said she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore, remember…?” said the preacher with a stern voice….

“That’s because you turned away from God…”

“Ha….! Me…? Did you see what God has given me….!?” The preacher opened his arms wide as if pointing to all of his accomplishments…

“Yes…. And it was not for you…. It should be used for the work of God…. Not for your own gain….” Said the man, trying to correct the preacher’s mistake….

“And yet, here you are, begging for me to help the woman who said that she would not accept a single dime from me….” Said the preacher….

“It’s not Ma who asks… I am the one begging you to help her….” The man said….

“Is everything okay…?”

Both men looked at the source of the voice and saw Samantha, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, already fully dressed, alert and cautious in her eyes, looking at the intruder, the phone already in her ear….

And not long before, the sound of knocking hit the door…

Is everything okay, Pastor…?

The voice of the security comes through the door…

“Everything is okay, Sam…. Just show this man his way out, please…” Said the preacher to the girl who was already opening the door, looking displeased with the security….

“Please escort this man…. And I will make a complaint to your supervisor about this incident….” She said to the embarrassed security, who grabbed the man who picked up the handkerchief his mother made and tossed it directly into the preacher’s face.

The preacher picked up the handkerchief after he was alone in the room… He looked at the poorly sewn initials on it, and without any hesitation, went to the waste bin, lit the handkerchief and put it in the bin for it to completely turn to ash….