The Televangelist

Chapter One – Two months later

Galaxy Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada

Extortion

Gus heard the door open. He looked up. Nick was ushering in his 2:00 p.m. appointment. “Come in Reverend, have a seat. Can Nick get you something to drink?”

Reverend Davey Lynn Christiansen sat down. He was perplexed. What could this hoodlum possibly want to meet with me for? “Yes thank you. I’ll have some bottled water.”

Nick left to retrieve a bottle of Perrier for the Reverend and the usual Scotch and Soda for Gus. While they were waiting for Nick De Falco to return, Gus looked over the Reverend while he pretended to be talking on the phone. Christiansen was a second-generation evangelist, son of the famous Billy Jo Christiansen. He was tall and handsome in a classy if effeminate way. He had dark hair and greenish blue somewhat milky, unintelligent eyes. Perhaps all the partying had made them so.
They were seated in the living room of a penthouse on the top floor in the forty-eight story highrise of the Galaxy Hotel, one of two hotels in Las Vegas owned by the Lombotti Family. Of course, it was not commonly known that Mr. Squeaky Clean Gus Marsh was only fronting for Manny Cadria. It was the same with Atlantic City and a few other casinos around the country.

Nick brought the drinks in and Gus stood up and went to the mammoth sliding glass doors that open to the balcony. From the forty-eighth floor, the view was magnificent. The Galaxy, the flagship of the Lombotti Family holdings sits right in the center of the strip. It was an impressive skyline. From his penthouse Gus could see Bally’s, Paris – Las Vegas and the Aladdin. Past them he could see the Hard Rock Hotel and on the campus of U.N.L.V., the Thomas and Mack Arena.

After Gus figured he made the Reverend sweat long enough, he turned to the Reverend and broke the silence, “You are probably wondering why I asked you up here.” Christiansen nodded. “We are going to buy your teleministry.”

Christiansen looked surprised, then angry, “It’s not for sale. It never has been for sale.”

“I know. Nevertheless we are going to buy your ministry.”

Christiansen stood up and said, “I think I’d better be leaving now.

“SIT DOWN, SHUT UP and listen. You are going to sell us you teleministry for five million dollars…”

“Why, It’s worth five times…”

“SHUT UP and listen. If you don’t sell it to us, we’ll make you the first religious hypocrite of the Twenty-first century.”

Christiansen’s face was beginning to show concern, “What do you mean? How can you do that?”

Gus was gambling he had the Reverend. When they found out the good Reverend had registered at the Galaxy, Gus went into action. He had their best casino host, Dominic Moriana, give Christiansen the full celebrity treatment. The man had been insatiable. Another one of God’s little floozies, Davey Lin had been wined and dined constantly, for a week and human nature and the Seven Deadly Sins, took over. Yeah, Gus didn’t know if the Reverend had strayed from the straight and narrow before and he didn’t care. All he knew is that he was holding all the cards, Dominic had done a superb job. Christiansen would make Jimmy Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart look like church choirboys. Gus had him by the gonads and he would fold like an umbrella!

He smiled and said, “Oh, I think you know what I mean. What’s your wife’s name? Muriel, right?. Does Muriel know you have such licentious and deviant desires? Here’s the deal Reverend for your TV rights, apparatus and associated real estate, I will pay you four million dol…”

“Four million! You said five million, you chiseler.”

Chapter Two – Holy Debauchery


“You were told to shut up and listen twice now. As I was saying, I will pay you three million dollars,” The Reverend started to say something but caught himself. “from which you can live comfortably for the rest of your life or you can start a new life. Maybe a fresh new ministry or you can go to work for our ministry as a consultant for one million dollars a year and fringe benefits, but before you give me your answer, I want you to watch how tawdry your behavior has been.” Gus programmed the remote control and up on the TV screen popped a video of Davey Lynn in flagrante delicto, in all his glory, with two delectable, equally naked, mock alien ladies. “I believe these girls work for us. The one straddling your face with her ooh la la on your hungry mouth is Sirena and the other beauty who is sucking on your torpedo is Teela, right? It’s hard to tell with their makeup on. How come you didn’t have them remove the makeup?”

Reverend Christiansen was feeling less like a Reverend and more like a dupe. He had picked up these gorgeous morsels in the Extraterrestrial Lounge where all employees, bartenders, cocktail waitresses, etc. were made up like aliens. Probably a take off on the Star Wars bar concept except the patrons, of course, were not aliens. He was minding his business when the floorshow, Stellar Space Vixens began. First, a three-piece band of aliens came out and started playing a spacey kind of rock and roll, which sounded good. Then about half way through, the pace of the music picked up and six dazzling naked dancers came on stage and started dancing up a storm. There was a pole on each side of the stage and each girl took a turn on the poles while others shook their naked goodies. Well, they weren’t totally naked, they wore thongs, and they too were made up as aliens, but where the others were weird, strange and ugly, these aliens were stunning. No masks, these women only wore facial and body make-up strategically applied to enhance their features. It was hard to tell what they looked like and they all wore shoulder length flaming orange or electric blue wigs. They could have been anybody, college co-eds, housewives, no one could tell. Their identity was safe if they wanted it. These girls were made up to look like sex sirens and they were. They exuded raw sex. This was the sexiest show he had ever seen. He knew he should leave, that he could get in trouble but he could not. Davey Lynn was transfixed. For the first time in his life, he was in lust.

“Reverend are you with us?” Christiansen came out of his reverie and nodded. “I asked you a question. How come you didn’t ask them to remove the makeup?”

“It was the makeup. The makeup made them so sexy. It’s what captivated me like the sirens they’re supposed to be.”

“How did you get involved with Sirena and Teela?”

“I’m sure you know. They came to me after the show was over, three of them. They wore short skimpy silk robes. I could see their nipples through the fabric. They said they recognized me and asked if I would buy them a drink. I would have bought them a mink. We went over to a table and Teela sat on one side and Sirena sat on the other. Adeama sat opposite me. They ordered Dom P’erignon, which was comp’d. Everything was gratis. I didn’t have to pay for anything.” Davey Lynn looked at Gus and asked, “You knew? This was a setup.”

“I do not get involved in my casino hosts decisions. Tell me Reverend. I can understand the girls, but how come you sucked those guys cocks?”

Davey Lin was shaken. He knew now that Gus knew everything that had gone on. He might have been able to survive a tryst with a whore, the lord’s people were ever forgiving but they drew the line at homosexuality. Moreover, he isn’t even gay. It was a lark. “Mr. Marsh, I want you to know that I’m not gay. It was sort of a dare. It was as if I was watching myself, like I wasn’t really there. I just don’t understand it.”

“Yeah well nobody could dare me into sucking some guy’s member.”

“You would have had to have been there, the women, the drugs, and the coercion.”

Gus forwarded the video to a scene where at least fifty people were naked and engaging in various acts of debauchery and front and center was the Reverend pumping on an unknown recipient’s engorged penis, then he put his mouth around it. Watching the video, the Reverend put his hands over his eyes and rubbed them. He was having a bad day. Gus was having fun taking this phony bastard down a few dozen notches. Right now, it must have one notch above zero, which would be suicide. A gun in the roof of the mouth? Gus thought about it. He didn’t want to destroy the guy he just wanted to use him, so he left him with hope. “I want you to understand. No one needs to know if you cooperate. Tell me about it. Confession is good for the soul.” Gus smiled.

The video continued and while Davey Lynn gave head to one guy he reached for and started masturbating another. Davey Lin was disgusted, he said, “I will tell you but can we turn that off?” Gus flipped the remote to off. “You’ve got to realize that those three girls got me so revved up that I didn’t know which way was up.”

“Wait Reverend this is not just an isolated case. We’ve got eight hours of sex tapes on you.”

Davey Lynn waved Gus off and continued, “Yes, I know, but that night set the scene. After that night I was an addict, the girls were throwing themselves at me and I hungered after them. At the E.T. lounge, (the shorted name was commonly used) Teela and Sirena moved their chairs as close as they could get to me, reached over and started to massage my crotch. I was already hard from the show and getting glimpses of their breasts. Then one of them, I don’t remember which unzipped my pants and took out my erect penis and started to massage it. She was good but what came after was better. The other girl, I think it was Teela, put a condom on me and nodded to Adeama, who after nodding back, got up and moved over to me while the other girls made room. Adeama put her leg over my lap and straddling me, eased down. I will never forget this – she blew in my ear and whispered, ‘Are you ready for you lap dance,’ before inserting my penis between her legs and into her warm wet welcoming vagina.”

“I was worried that people would see us so I checked around but no one was watching. We were in a far corner with a large indoor plant on each side of us. Besides everyone was watching the next show. I think it was called Space Magic. Adeama opened the front of her robe and put her left nipple in my mouth, while grinding on my crotch below. First up and down then in a circular movement and so fourth; she started to quietly moan and seemed to be aroused. I was definitely worked up. In fact, she had me so turned on; it was over in a few minutes. I couldn’t hold back. Adeama smiled. ‘That was good while it lasted, Thanks.’ She glanced at Teela and Sirena. ‘I need to finish what we’ve started. I’m heading to the Celestial Bacchanale. You should go there too. And bring the Rev.’ Teela pulled the rubber off my penis and zipped my pants up.”

“Teela replied, ‘Sure we’ll be along, go ahead, we’ll catch up.’ Sirena handed me three or four pills and ordered me to take them. Then they dragged me to a room backstage where I think the showgirls dress, or I should say undress and apply their makeup. We sniffed up some lines of coke. The girls put on what would pass for clothes – a skimpy skirt and halter, no panties or bra. They said why dress up when they going to get undressed again so soon. I didn’t know what they were talking about but I soon found out.”


Chapter Three - Bacchanalia Extraordinaire

Gus knew where Reverend had gone. He’d been there a few times but he tried to stay away. The pleasure was flowing and it was highly addicting. Davey Lynn didn’t know this, at least at the time, since Dominic had given him a free ride for everything, but you could only get into Celestial Bacchanale by invitation, if you were a member or a member’s guest. One time entry cost twenty-five hundred dollars and homely people were not welcome. Access for a week cost ten thousand dollars. Cost for a yearly membership was a flat half million dollars. Yearly members were allowed to designate up to two guests, preferably male and female, at a time. The exception was unescorted ladies, who only had to pay a twenty dollar cover, or is it uncover charge?

La Familia made almost as much money off this huge orgy palace as the gaming and hotel. They even made money selling erection drugs and sexual accessories, not to mention the ridiculously priced drinks from the juice and alcohol bars. Viagra was a hundred dollars a pill, plus a signed legal disclaimer was required. A notary was on duty. The only thing that was free were condoms. They were in large bowls on pedestals throughout. Same sex couplings were discouraged but not forbidden and deviant sexuality was restricted to private rooms. There were co-ed bathrooms with showers, saunas, steam showers and a work out room. Clothing was forbidden outside of the dressing/locker room and many couplings took place in these rooms in addition to the central sex room. Within the central sex room were four raised stages with heart shaped beds. Here anyone so inclined could perform for anyone so inclined to watch. That was the only furniture as the rest of the room had foam style flooring and large throw pillows.

The operation was technically legal since it was a private, esoteric, club; nevertheless, the hotel kept it ultra hush hush. It didn’t need the publicity and the fact that it was Family owned, clamped a lid on the notoriety.

The mark had stopped talking. Davey Lynn had said the talking was making him thirsty. Even though he still had a half a glass of water beside him, he asked if he could have one of what Gus was drinking. While we were waiting for Nick to bring the scotch and soda, Gus once more took the time to study his quarry. Gus needed the Reverend. At least for a smooth transition he did. He would pay this weakling the million dollars a year and free access to the Celestial Bacchanalia. He’d even give him a penthouse if he wanted to live here. Yes, he wanted smooth water. He didn’t need any waves. After the Reverend took a sip of the scotch and soda that Nick had delivered, Gus prompted, “You were talking about going to where Adeama had gone.”

Davey Lynn reluctantly said, “Yeah, we went there. Teela and Sirena got us in; one of them said that it usually costs a lot of money to get in. Stupid me, I felt privileged. The girls took me into a locker room and took their clothes off. I was starting to get hard again. Up until now I hadn’t taken my clothes off and Teela could see that I was reluctant. She walked right up to me totally nude, still in her alien makeup and blue wig and my penis got very hot. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled my pants down, while Sirena took off my coat, shirt and jewelry. After they put my things in a locker, I began to feel disoriented and detached. I told Teela and Sirena. They said it was from the drugs we all took. She said they loosen up the inhibitions so we can experience guilt free enjoyment. Most people take them at first. She told me the other pill I took was Cialis, so I could get erect and stay that way. They led me to the entrance of a huge room filled with all different kinds of people. Some were watching but most were engaged in some form of sexual activity. I froze. I couldn’t go in there.

Teela grabbed my member, got down on her knees, and took me in her mouth. She was very good. She had me crazy and then, suddenly, she stopped. She said ‘If you go in with me I will finish what I started.’ Then she took hold of -- not my hand -- but my penis and led me in. We could see Adeama. There was another Space Vixen with her. Teela said that was Terra. Adeama was getting fucked by some bruiser from behind while her head in Terra’s crotch, obviously using her tongue on Terra. Teela, said, ‘I think Adeama is a nymph and can’t get enough sex, so she comes here every night. Even on her days off.’ Teela led me toward Adeama. When we arrived and found a vacant spot, we sat and Teela and Sirena took turns giving me head. While it was Sirena’s turn, I said to Teela, ‘How can you do that?’ She shrugged and said, ‘It’s not that big a deal, it’s a natural act. I kinda like it. Many women like it. It turns them on.’ Due to drugs, my sexual excitement, the salacious atmosphere, the pervasive carnal environment, I was beginning to subscribe the hedonistic philosophy of the room. Nothing was off limits – if it feels good, it is acceptable. I blurted out to Teela, ‘Would I like it?’ She responded, ‘How would I know. Try it and see.’ Sirena who still had my penis in her mouth, must have been listening, because she nodded and said something, ‘uh huh.’ I took that to mean affirmative and I was enjoying the receiving end so much that all of a sudden I had the urge to try it on someone. It just overcame me.

A couple well built, young attractive males had entered and settled near us about two minutes previous, but had yet to get into the flow. I was now operating in a fog. I told the closer of the two about my urge and asked him if I could suck on him. He looked at me peculiarly, looked at Teela, and said, ‘No, but that sexy bitch can.’

That was not the response I wanted but I persisted. ‘She’s with me. How about, if she does it after I do?’ Both of them had been masturbating so they were ready. When he nodded, I bent down and took him in my mouth. Sirena was still attached to my penis and she adjusted. The sensation of having a man’s penis in my mouth felt strange. I didn’t think I liked it at first but then I started to get used to it. It tasted a little salty but it felt sexy. Sirena was working me over and I had an orgasm, ejaculating in her mouth. In reaction to my climax, I reached out with my free hand and it landed on his friend’s penis. He let me keep it there, so I started to massage him, then I wondered if he would taste different and he did, a little. When I went over to the second man, Teela took over on the first as promised. There you have it. I was drugged, dazed and hallucinating. I was given at least one drug that arouses the bodies and mind. That’s how I came to give two strangers fellatio, but I’m not a damned homosexual. Can I destroy that video?”