Hypocrisy

Late October in those parts was decidedly wintry and unfriendly. The man shivered slightly as he walked towards the intersection. He was of middling years and he carried a limp as he walked in the swirling night rain. In spite of the weather, his attire was exaggerated for the occasion. The scarf was wrapped a little too tightly, his overcoat a little too large and the deerstalker hat pulled right down to the brim. Here was a man who had made a pact with anonymity and he did not wish to renege.

It was close to midnight yet the intersection was as populous as at any other time of the day, its denizens disregarding the lateness of hour and severity of wind-chill. There was Clara at the corner, moustachioed, ragged and toothless, accosting all male passer-bys for loose cash often offering a blow job in exchange. Most people afforded her a dollar or five, not as a supreme act of charity but more as a disincentive for such a repellent offer. In a previous life Clara had been a street girl and she retained a healthy distrust for other women, often acting aggressively towards them. In her mind she still possessed the swagger and allure of her old profession; a fantasy which was a testament to the delusional effects of crack cocaine.

The busy streets suited the man’s intentions and he made his way in the direction of Meekhams the vendor. Several times he would glance around furtively hoping to avoid recognition. On approach, he searched for Davina from a distance amidst the usual throng of her species, observing them as they barracked, enticed and invited potential customers to treat. They had a secret sign. He would upturn the collar of his oversized Macintosh in a dramatic fashion as he approached and she would follow.

Her den, above Castignalio’s, was sparse, dingy and functional, respecting the need of the client and nothing more. The smell as he entered was musky and pungent, a vile combination of nicotine, spermatozoa, sweat and cheap lubricant.

‘I wish you would do something about the smell’ he said, irritatingly, as he sat on the only chair in the room.

‘Funnily enough you are about the only one who seems to give a shit’ she replied in that falsetto of hers.

‘Could you not at least air the place every now and then?’ he continued, removing his clothes as he spoke.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. In this weather?’

‘Shut up! Take your clothes off and get over here you whore’

‘Yes sir! I do love it when you talk like that’

Dutifully she disrobed to reveal a hard, lithe body with small, disfigured silicone mounds where once there had been breasts.

‘Will it be the usual big boy?’

‘I tell you when to talk dammit. Get on your knees.’

He was not the tallest of men and even with him standing and her kneeling; the top of her head was still level with the base of his sternum. She began by licking his navel and then working her way down towards his penis.

After a few moments, he grabbed the back of her head roughly and with a handful of horse hair flung her in the direction of the bed. He was fully aroused now as he walked over to the bed and Davina had already assumed a canine position in anticipation of his next move.

The sight of that firm ass floating in the air was more than he could bear and he rammed his small cock directly into her asshole with some force. He loved anal and he felt a bit annoyed that Davina’s sphincter had lost its elasticity which meant that her anus was no longer as tight as it used to be. He would have to get himself another regular he thought to himself as he gyrated spasmodically in an awkward, arrhythmic fashion. He did not have sex regularly and he knew that he would reach climax in a few strokes. He leaned forward slightly and cupped one of Davina’s silicone mounds with his left hand. With his right, he reached underneath her flat belly and run his hands down until it reached her semi-hard cock. He ran his fingers across its length and tugged at it roughly until he ejaculated with a little scream. He lay on top of Davina for a while, his body shuddering as he continued to play with her now erect penis. It was bigger than his and he found it mildly ironic, amusing almost, that a fully-fledged man such as himself could have a smaller dick than a fucking tranny. He hated the aftermath of sex, as this was when overwhelming guilt and disgust would begin to envelope him. He would often swear privately to himself that this would be the last time.

He would then rise from the bed, often without words, dress hurriedly and throw a bundle of notes in the vague direction of Davina.

“When next big boy?’ Davina would call out hopefully. He never answered, her question lost amidst the darkness of night and the incessant rap music that blared from below.

On that wet October night, as he reinforced his disguise by wrapping the scarf fully across his face so that only his eyes were visible, he promised himself that this really would be the last time. He needed to find a way to conquer his demons and achieve tranquillity....serenity. As he started his walk towards 16th street and home, making his way past the Metro, a voice called out behind him.

‘Father Michael?’ the voice queried inquisitively. He ignored it and walked faster, his limp more pronounced.

The voice was persistent and called out again this time closer, more urgent.

He turned to see who it was and it took only a moment for him to recognise the face. It was a young girl from his congregation. She had one of those African names that he found impossible to commit to memory. How he had always dreaded such a moment and this confrontation reinforced his conviction that he must forever abandon his great sin. For now he prepared his lies, removing the guilty visage of sin and replacing it with one of sanctimony.

‘Hello Father I thought it was you. I recognise that your walk anywhere. What brings you out at this time?’

‘Ah how are you my dear daughter? So good to see you. I am just picking up my prescriptions you know. 14th street seems to be the only place that still runs a 24 hour pharmacy these days. But wait, I have not seen you for many a Sunday now. I hope nothing is the matter.’

‘I’m so sorry Father. I have been going through a really rough patch in my private life. Actually I would be very grateful if you could make some time so I could come and see you this week.’

‘Of course, of course my dear, you know my doors are always open. But what on earth are you still doing out at this hour? And in this neighbourhood? A young lady like you should not be about so late. One never knows what sort of predators and weirdoes one is likely to meet’

‘How right you are Father. How right you are’

75 Comments:

  1. Allied said...
    First!!!!!
    shop liquorice said...
    oh my...
    Allied said...
    Wow!!! Atutu, you did not disappoint me... Saw a lot of connections but I won’t say anything until I see the readers comment.

    I so love this project.

    Catwalq, the baton is urs...
    Ms. Catwalq said...
    what on earth am I supposed to write about now?

    what was I thinking when i started this thing?

    me I am tired o...

    Haba!

    My dear, na u bikonu!!!
    Anonymous said...
    when do you people sleep? but i most say maybe is that insonmia that is creating all this master piece. I recommend that you read Allieds while listening to Asa in the backgroup. Great job Atutu, I'm looking for a soundtrack for yours
    Marin said...
    Very nice.....looking forward to the next installment.
    bumight said...
    this is the first time I'm reading this kind of style from atutu and I must say I'm quite impressed!.
    i bet the woman the Father saw is one of the characters from allied's?
    Pink-satin said...
    top fucking 10!!!yes!!!
    Naapali said...
    At the risk of sounding like a sycophant: Loved it!

    Some things I expected, the tranny did not shock or surprise me, the priest, I did not see coming but was not surprised either.

    "
    He was not the tallest of men and even with him standing and her kneeling; the top of her head was still level with the base of his sternum. She began by licking his navel and then working her way down towards his penis."

    This is the shortest priest around! He does not compensate in penile size what he lacks in vertical reach.

    Thanks for giving dope fiend on the corner a name. However Clara sounds too upmarket. In my mind she was Shakisha or Shanenee
    Naapali said...
    "not as a supreme act of charity but more as a disincentive for such a repellent offer."

    Reminds me of the cracked up shell of a woman that accosted me on Bishop St. in Honolulu, many aeons ago "I suck your dick for $5". I told her she would have to pay me more than that and she cursed me out as she jumped on the next guy with the same low ball (no pun intended) offer.
    Zephi Fahrenheit said...
    dang...dang dang

    "her flat belly and run his hands down until it reached her semi-hard cock"

    i was like she has a cock? is that a mistake..you got me there....
    even the most trite of us have their skeletons and demons.....the guilt is more overwhelming than the pleasure of sin.
    nice one
    so everything is happeniing on 14th street. interesting..
    Rayo said...
    I am now more nervous than ever...
    Patrice said...
    "tranquillity....serenity"

    Nice homage to Allied.

    Beautifully written. I was thinking A Confederacy of Dunces while reading this. Not sure why exactly - I think I need to read it again to find out - but I see it is listed on your blog as one of your favourite books, so perhaps not a coincidence. John Kennedy Toole has nothing on you.
    uNWrItten* said...
    ummm tewww maddd...me i have to write my own 14th street compilation jare!!..i love this..
    Rayo said...
    And did I mention the imagery? hmm!!
    Yessie said...
    this piece is abosolutely full of surprises
    great job!!!
    JD said...
    It's official...you lot never sleep. God knows I kept checking this site every 5 minutes yesterday while at work....mmmmh!

    'One never knows what sort of predators and weirdoes one is likely to meet' - This coming from a PRIEST who just had sex with a transexual!!! That is rich!

    I see 14th street made an apperance...nice connection.

    JD
    TaureanMinx said...
    Intruiging..this kind of writing makes me shy though lol! I found "not as a supreme act of charity but more as a disincentive for such a repellent offer." quite funny too. Nice work Atutu
    UndaCovaSista said...
    First line, second paragraph "It was close to midnight...". That conjured up MJ's Thriller immediately.

    I'm thrilled and hooked in equal measures. I also love the way the two character collide. Nice one
    ablackjamesbond said...
    Wow!

    I see several angles the other writers can latch on to...but i trust them to see even deeper connections.

    Well done Atutu...u guys have not disappointed at all.

    My colleagues at work r also hooked on u guys.
    Mommy said...
    Bravo Atutu! Bravo!! The way you are able to cordinate and express your thots just fascinates me. I read through and with a sigh went back to the topic...Hypocrisy...another sigh.

    You all are just awesome. Next post is on Friday right? I'll be here.

    Cheers!
    LG said...
    *exhales* U had me gripping my seat,
    Well done atutu,
    Afrobabe said...
    Dannngggg…would hate to meet my pastor in a club…lol..

    Atutu you have done it again…such powerful play of words..(In my critic voice)
    Afrobabe said...
    I dont envy whoever has to write after you two...
    Charizard said...
    les impressivo!

    well done Atuts!
    NigerianDramaQueen said...
    *To be honest, when I first started reading this post, I thought to myself: this is another cliche 'man cheats on wife' plot, requiring sex scenes for excitement.Then I got to this part:
    *'He lay on top of Davina for a while, his body shuddering as he continued to play with her now erect penis' -did not see the transvetite twist coming!
    *You had me when he turned out to be a reverend father.
    * Great stucture and plot sequence. Very surprising characters. What I find most fascinating, is that your climax was in that last line!!
    ~Enjoyed reading this. Read it 2ce actually!
    Jaycee said...
    I'm guessing the young African-looking girl is the 28-yr old from SCORNED.

    You made me feel as though I was the one walking on 14th street...

    Can't wait for the next installment...I feel a strong drive to put the pieces together...
    Jaycee said...
    BTW I think the priest is GAY...i think the prostitute is a MAN...i'm thinking u made no mistake...

    Lots of thoughts there...
    N.I.M.M.O said...
    Racy.

    Everything seems to happen so fast you have to skip back a few lines every time to catch up. (Does that sound like irony?)

    A-2-2, I gbadun this one jare.

    I am on a roll actually, just enjoying myself on this blog. So my question is ...

    Who's next?
    Shubby Doo said...
    this really reminded me of that wyclef song (sweetest girl):
    '...And then she runs to the pastor
    And he tells her there will be a new chapter
    But she feels no different after
    And then she asks him... where my money at...'

    But in this case, the pastor is the one that needs to begin the new chapter…wahala dey 4 this life o!

    @ Atutu...why the insight into Clara?

    @ miss ctawalq...I take it that 14th and serenity series will be interconnected stories...if so, agreeing jaycee that the African girl is either from 'scorned' or maybe her story is yet to be told.

    well penned...looking 4ward to the rest!
    SOLOMONSYDELLE said...
    Hypocrisy...indeed! My goodness! The shocking turns and revelations...very nice...

    The imagery reminded me of various corners in Washington, D.C. or harlem.

    My goodness, wetin I go write oh....

    Great work Uncle Atutu. Allied and yourself have set the bar very high.
    Oluwatoyin said...
    hmmm... this is interesting.
    I'm new to this. Just got introduced yesterday by the "jobless" blackjamesbond, who spends 5 out of every 10 office hours "doing" blogs.

    I woke up this morning with a headache and this blog-site seems to have been the only thing that's lowered the craziness going on in my head.

    Allied & A22... brilliant.
    Standtall said...
    A father!!! O ga o. See the way he even maltreated the girl in the name of sex.

    I will keep reading till I find all the links, oh sorry collision.
    Mz. Dee said...
    Whoa.. a father.. that came as a mega shock.
    Well done A22..i esp luvd the way the title summed up the whole story.
    Pink-satin said...
    well done bravo bravo!!!a father!!as in reverend father!!!na wa o!!!okay so who is writing next??but i thot the story were to be connected!!!!i think i have an idea of this plot!!okay o!
    SMC said...
    Awaiting the next installment
    Jaja said...
    I am trembling with fear
    Pink-satin said...
    catwalq u are next o!!!!
    Jaja said...
    Atutu, you too much o.. but u no know.

    Just like the Mcewan I finished yesterday... Hypocrisy too has left me restless.. and a bit disconcerted cos like Ms Cat .. what am I going to do now!
    Kpakpando said...
    I think the african girl is Toy's wife, if not can someone please make it her. Thanks. It can't be Toy's mugu, because it made no mention of her disheveled appearance, and the look of runny mascara would have warranted a more concerned response from the freaky ass priest.
    Rinsola said...
    Odikwa serious something. Refrend fada picking up prescriptions at 14th street at that time, okay o.... I'm waiting for the next installment. Nice work Atutu.
    Ms Sula said...
    Twisted plot at its best!

    Oh my god... This needs to be made into a mini-series... I am floored.

    Can't wait to see what happens next on 14th & Serenity!

    (meanwhile, would I funding suchhabits by tithing? If there is a possibility, then it's better I keep on not paying those... Just trying to help my priest, Lol!!)
    Ms Sula said...
    and I forgot to add that I recognize Clara, the toothless street beggar...

    And I'm assuming the parishioner might be Folake?

    Great work at keeping the connections. Loved it!
    Lighty said...
    noice one. good good good. father and the tranny WTF!!!. why am i not surprised? i'll tell u why, the world today bid mi not be.

    good one atutu. u done us proud.
    The Indecent One..... said...
    Y'all should not delete any of the posts o abeg...I will read them this wknd wen I ve cleared out my work load. Biko I take God beg una. Thanx a muchos!
    Mamalicious said...
    wow

    this bears a faint similarity to Hubert Selby's 'Last Exit to Brooklyn'

    nice post!
    Original Mgbeke said...
    Totally bookmarking this blog. I love it so far!
    Funms said...
    wow.... this is getting much better than i imagined.... u guys r da best...
    guerreiranigeriana said...
    atutu, you leave me speechless...i don't even know what to say...your writing prowess is top of the line...i'm floored and in anticipation of the next one...i know ms. catwalq will deliver...

    ...loved it, loved it!!!!....when i got to the end, i sat for a while, mouth agape...
    Queen of My Castle said...
    Everything I wanted to say has been said twice and thrice over. To say you have madd talent is a grave understatement, IMO.

    I must admit I had to read and re-read the semi-hard cock bit just to make sure I wasn't tripping, thinking how can a woman's clitoris be semi-hard? LOL. I was having a blonde moment.
    Tininu said...
    okay i have to say i soo did not think of the trannie part, didnt even cross my mind...
    Nwanyi Ocha said...
    Dayum 50!

    but..... WOWWWWWWWWWW

    sick.... sick.... sick....
    Anonymous said...
    Wow. atutu..
    Great job!!
    dint expect no less
    u've sure raised d bar!!
    Candy
    theicequeen said...
    what gets me most of all, is the fact that i didnt see it coming! i mean..how!? its written by Atutu for cryin out loud! he's the KING of twisty turny..and i did.not.see.it.coming!

    lovely though, as Mz.Dee said, its the perfect story for the title..thats my number one pet peeve..hypocrisy!

    lovely, really..and Like Queen of my castle said..Atutu has madd talent!
    Toluwa Lase said...
    WOW! Noice...
    the tranny thing was a surprise and so was the priest.

    Ms. Catwalq...waiting for urs...itching to read!
    The Indecent One..... said...
    lol....so finally read it. Nice. But mehn do u know some of us are xtains and cant be sinning with our eyes? *eye roll*
    Plus wen una dey yarn 14tn and serenity, me dey think say na correlation kinda sturves...i no know say na to dey hang without any idea of how they end. Like Allied's one, will really like to know the end of that ish....if she finally destroyed Toy's life...
    Vera Ezimora said...
    Great piece! Sadly, these things do happen in reality. You go, atutupoyoyo!! (This ur name sha..lol)
    Ekoakete said...
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    Ekoakete said...
    Well done Atutu, great writing as usual. Certainly didn't see the tranny angle coming. Lawdy!

    Following on from Naapali's comment about naming dope fiend, I was thinking the opposite as I read the story is it really necessary to name her? Naming her makes the reader form an attachment to her (however small) and if she's not relevant to the plot or whatever, that's an unecessary investment. What do you think? Would apreciate your thoughts...

    Seems like our African girl isn't buying Father Michael's visage of sanctimony hehehe

    Great stuff, looking forward to the next installment!
    Carlang said...
    Humbled Silence.
    Naapali said...
    @ Ekoakete
    - perhaps one or more of the subsequent writers has plans for dope fiend on the corner and naming her, as you point out, has helped raise her stature.

    @ Carlang
    - wassup bro. you are rather spare with your words, hope all is well and you are recovered from your jogging misadventure.
    exschoolnerd said...
    this was wonderful...i didnt see the tranny thing coming...lol scared mne at first but i really enjoyed it and i am really impressed and inspired...to write that is..
    exschoolnerd said...
    this was wonderful...i didnt see the tranny thing coming...lol scared mne at first but i really enjoyed it and i am really impressed and inspired...to write that is..
    naijalines said...
    "Dutifully she disrobed to reveal a hard, lithe body with small, disfigured silicone mounds where once there had been breasts".

    On hindsight, this gave away the tranny, but one wouldn't have twigged at that point. I just thought... 'lithe body'... funny way to describe a female.

    Not surprised he has a small penis though. 'Holy' man has enough chips on the shoulder to make a darts board! The small penis, the limp, the lack of height... Yet one does not feel sorry for him.

    Well done Atutu. Love your work.
    Baroque said...
    Atutuboyoyo, have I ever called your full name before? …now you have gone and done it…you just had to…now I don’t care if the stories don’t directly connect like that…now talk about thought provoking…how right you are!
    LemonadeGirl said...
    Great writing and powerful imagery... I felt like I could see everything you were writing...

    Love the story... U added very interesting twists..

    Well done!
    Aijay said...
    Wow! Atutu, u killed it man.
    The title, the story, the detailed description... Perfect!

    Lol @ "not as a supreme act of charity but more as a disincentive for such a repellent offer."
    AlooFar said...
    Atutu for Nobel Prize!!!

    B'tful Narration
    Ollay said...
    "He lay on top of Davina for a while, his body shuddering as he continued to play with her now erect penis."

    Huh???????? I love this...well done guys!
    Overwhelmed Naija Babe said...
    Atutu you are a GENIUS... I had absolutely no idea this was gonna go there... never wouldve expected he be a priest.. and tranny loving.. thats something i havent read in blogsville EVER!!! and penis envy... lol... Atutu you put a hurting on the series with this one(in a great way... ) you scare me dude!!(smile)
    Smaragd said...
    C'est magnifique!

    unexpected twists and turns, sex, suffering, perverted religion et al. all the ingredients of a "unputdownable" story!
    Smaragd said...
    *an "unputdownable" story*

    had to correct that.

    for the love of words, pls remove this word verification! it took me yonks to finally get my comment up!
    Naijadude said...
    As in seriously?? Was that meant to be funny??? hehehehhe
    Jarrai said...
    Wowza!!!

    This is a masterepiece, carefully and elegantly pieced together...sheer brilliance. Loved it...well done and keep them coming.
    Anonymous said...
    after such rave reviews, what more do you need to know that you have talent? hmm, waiting to see newstuff from you, i have a feeling there's soo much more and better to come from you.
    after reading that story, it seemed i needed to go back and review my dreams of ever wrting.
    honestly, you rock!!!

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