Butterfly Bitch!

by Wahida Clark

  She Could Never Shake The Demons Of Her Past.

  The following day, a dark, turquoise sky was outside, and the day seemed as if it would be cold and inhospitable.

  Butterfly just needed another hour of sleep, and she'd feel completely rested. She'd get up, make her bed, and make something to eat because if she could help it, she'd never step foot inside of the chow hall again. Dog food looked and smelled better than the scraps they fed the inmates in the chow hall.

  “Butterfly, you have to get up. You're on the call-out for an appointment.”

  Butterfly awoke to the sound of Britney brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face. She only heard him say that she had an appointment, but she didn't know what a call-out was.

  “Appointment?”

  “They have you for a psych evaluation at 9:00 a.m. They're going to have you running all over the place today and tomorrow, but they'll tell you. I have to go to work, and I'll see you later.”

  “Okay.”

  Butterfly had risen from the bed and freshened up. She guessed that it wouldn't be that hard to do her time here, because Britney and Buffy seemed like a good enough support team that she'd ever need.

  She opened her locker and rummaged through it because she didn't know what she wanted to eat. But after a minute, she opted for oatmeal.

  After she ate, she put on her shower flip-flops, a shower cap, and grabbed her shower bag. She was about to head for the shower stalls, which everybody in the unit shared, when Sosa popped up in the door. There were three things Butterfly liked about him: he was cute, persistent, and he didn’t care about the political stuff—which frightened Butterfly, but she found it thrilling and exciting all the more.

  “Morena deliciosa, you’re going somewhere without me?”

  Butterfly thought he was cute on the bus, but now he had on a creased sweat suit with a gold necklace with a cross, and a gold Rolex watch that he had smuggled in the jail.

  Britney’s alarm clock read 7:45 a.m. Butterfly had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before she had to be anywhere.

  “You’re gonna get me in trouble, Sosa,” Butterfly said as she placed her shower stuff on the locker and sat back down on the bed.

  “I got something for you, Morena deliciosa. Can I put up the towel on the door?” Sosa asked.

  Butterfly had seen several people putting a towel on the door window so nobody could look in while they used the bathroom. The COs respected the inmate’s privacy, and while some would knock to make sure the inmate was alive in the cell, other CO’s would respect the inmate’s privacy and not bother them.

  Butterfly’s breath was tense with lust. She wanted Sosa to spread her ass cheeks and spend his load deep inside her body.

  “I don’t mind.”

  He put the towel up on the door and came back and stood in front of the bed.

  “So what do you have for me?” Butterfly asked. She could tell they were down to their wit’s end.

  He threw a cellphone on the bed, and Butterfly jumped as if it were a snake.

  “How did you get this? I know you’re not supposed to have this or that watch. How did you get this stuff?” Butterfly was extremely excited.

  “I tried to tell you, Morena, that I got some good connections. Here, call somebody.” He gave Butterfly the phone, and she didn’t know who to call. She thought about calling Peyton to apologize for any and everything, but the mood wasn’t right. So she called her mother, and when her mother picked up on the third ring, Butterfly hung up the phone because she didn’t want anybody to know where she was.

  “That was quick, Morena,” Sosa said as he stood there. By now his dick had grown erect, and it was poking out in his sweats.

  Butterfly scooted to the end of the bed, and by now she was horny for some dick after spending six months and a day in the County.

  She caressed his dick and said, “I’m hoping that’s not the only reason you’re here.”

  Sosa was stuck on stupid looking down at Butterfly pull his five-inch dick from his sweats and take it slowly in her mouth. “Mi Dios, Morena!” he gasped as he fell back onto the locker for balance as Butterfly tickled his dick with her swirling tongue. She had been wanting to taste his Mexican dick ever since they met on the bus, and she slurped his dick without taking a breath.

  “Morena, I want to fuck you.”

  Butterfly didn’t stop. She took his balls in her mouth as she ran her tongue along the bottom of his ass while she jacked his dick with her right hand. When she looked up and saw the expression on his face, she put his dick inside her mouth and jacked his dick with her mouth until he shot a wad down her throat and collapsed on the ground. Butterfly kept his dick in her mouth the whole time as she swirled her tongue over the agonizing pleasure zone that had him trembling and pleading for Butterfly to stop. But she wouldn’t relent, and after the strong pleasure waves passed throughout his body, his dick stiffened harder than it had ever been.

  “I gonna fuck you now, Morena deliciosa.”

  “You gonna fuck me?” Butterfly asked as she laid her stomach flat on the bed after taking off all her clothes.

  “Mi Dios, Morena. Tu cuerpo es mejor que jamás imagine.”

  “Yes, speak Spanish to me while you fuck me!”

  “Deja me mirar a ese culo maravilloso.”

  Butterfly didn’t understand a word he said, but she wiggled her hips side to side. Sosa bit and nibbled on Butterfly’s ass and sucked on her cheeks. The ass was like his favorite star’s ass, Jennifer Lopez. He plunged his middle finger in her ass when Butterfly told him to grab some Vaseline from the medicine cabinet. He wasn’t gone a second, and he massaged it into her ass and on his dick and jammed his dick in so fast and hard that Butterfly had to bite down on her cellie’s pillow not to cry out.

  Right when they were about to get into it, there was knocking on the door. Butterfly’s heart beat out her chest as she tried to get up, but Sosa held her still.

  “Hey CO, I taking a fuckin’ shit!” Sosa hollered, and he wasn’t coming out of Butterfly to save his life.

  “Who’s in there?” the CO asked. “It’s count time.”

  “What’s your last name, Morena?” Sosa whispered.

  “Moore.”

  “Moore’s in here. Now can I take my shit in peace?”

  The CO left the room because it was a dumb count anyway. It wasn’t an official count, but sometimes they did it after 8:00 a.m.

  “Hold on, Sosa,” Butterfly said, because now she thought somebody would come in, and she remembered what Attenberger said about sending her to ADX.

  Sosa stopped, but just to explain that the officer wouldn’t come back. Then he started to hammer that ass until the speed and forcefulness made Butterfly have an orgasm at the same time that Sosa spent his load.

  Sosa was barely able to drag himself from the cell because he felt so euphoric. But Butterfly saw that it was 8:45 a.m., and she had to hurry and shower and get dressed to go to her 9 a.m. appointment.

  After she got out the shower, she put on the funny looking uniform that was mandatory for all inmates to wear, and she headed outside to see if she could find the Psychology building. Somebody was kind enough to point it out to her, or she would have never found it because everything seemed like the same building. She went inside the building and told the secretary at the desk her name. Butterfly was told to sit and wait for her name to be called.

  They called her moments later, and she went inside the psychiatrist's office. The standoffish, cold, and calculating lady gave off every indication that she was as much a CO as she was a psych, if not more.

  “Well, Ms. Moore, your record is very exciting,” the lady said negatively. “My name’s Mrs. Salinas, and by what I've read, it seems you've tried to commit suicide more than enough times to be locked up somewhere in a straitjacket. But since that's not something I can recommend, is there something you'd like to talk about?”

  “No,” Butterfly said bluntly, because if Mrs. Salinas or who
ever she said her name was, was going to be an asshole, so would she. And this was another reason why Butterfly hated to do the pre-sentence investigation report. It made her an open book to complete strangers.

  “I'm going to keep you on hormones, as is your right, and I'll prescribe some medicine for your bipolar disorder, something you’ve had since you were ten years old. Are you still having problems sleeping?”

  Butterfly didn't want anything from Mrs. Salinas, but she shook her head affirmatively to the question.

  “Very well. I'll prescribe something for that also. That should be it, and if you ever feel the need to speak about something, feel free to come and see me.”

  Everything about Mrs. Salinas was tart, scripted, and phony and she had an aura of a genuine bitch about her. And Butterfly began to think that the majority of COs she had so far encountered had all been the same way: self-serving, nasty, egotistical, arrogant assholes, who all metaphorically had high horses they rode to work on. It was the most humiliating thing to be in prison.

  Butterfly stepped back into the hall, and when the secretary smiled at her she was too far in her stink to return it. She was also mad at the fact that she couldn't immediately return to her unit, because of what Buffy explained to her about Controlled Movements, which meant, that there was no traffic on the compound except during prescribed hours. That prescribed hour happened to be an hour from now—on the hour and every hour after that till 8:30 p.m. And the Moves would start again at 6:30 a.m. the following morning.

  Two orderlies were cleaning the lounge, and when Butterfly looked up, she noticed that she was alone with them. One of them came and sat at her side. “You from DC, right?” His name was Tyrone, and everybody at the joint knew Butterfly was from DC by now.

  “Yes.”

  “And you're coming here to get a fix? All you'd have to do is come to the homies, and they would have sent you to me. What's up? You wanna party?”

  Butterfly was skeptical about everything, and she didn't trust anybody. After what had just happened in her cell with Sosa rocking an amazing orgasm out of her ass, she could use something that would wind her down. And she couldn't say she didn't want to get high to take an edge off the stress she felt. But she played as if she was a dimwit and asked, “What you mean party?”

  “Hold up one second.” Tyrone went over to Love, who was in the utility closet, putting the mop bucket away. It was funny that they could have passed for brothers, yet they had no relation at all. They were both slim, dark-skinned, and stood the same height. They both had a ridiculous youthfulness about their faces, even though they were in their late twenties.

  “You still have those ecstasy-pills from yesterday?”

  “Yeah, nigga, but why? You thinking what I'm thinking?” Love asked Tyrone as they both wore ridiculous smiles of agreement.

  Tyrone shook his head. “Dr. Alonzo's office?”

  “Let's go.”

  Love went to the unoccupied office as if he would clean it, and he took out the pills that he had keestered. He didn't wash his hands afterward, but he took out a couple of small bundles that had the content of crushed ecstasy-pills in paper.

  The whole time Love was in Dr. Alonzo's office, Tyrone went back to get Butterfly. He wanted to fuck her so bad that he had a headache. She was fine and looked better than any female CO on the compound, or better yet, than most girls he had ever seen.

  “Butterfly, right? My name is Tyrone, and my dude going in that room is Love. He’s really good people. Look, I have some ecstasy-pills. I'll give you some if you wanna party.”

  Butterfly looked into his adventurous eyes, and she made the decision that whatever he meant by partying, she'd be down. She was still sexually charged from Sosa. She wanted to party, so she could forget about the fear she still had of the prison going into complete chaos because of something she had caused. Butterfly just wanted to feel secure, even if it didn’t last for that long.

  “Where are they?” she asked.

  “We got them. You down?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come on.”

  Tyrone led her back to Dr. Alonzo's office, and when they went in, they locked the door behind them.

  “Ooh-child, you fine as fuck. Is those tits real?” Love helped himself to her busty breasts.

  “Yeah they're real,” Butterfly said coyly, loving the attention they gave her. They couldn't keep their hands off her and they groped her ass and Love went as far as to kiss her on her neck.

  “Damn, Butterfly. You're so fine, I'd suck on your daddy's dick!” Love said, completely taken.

  “You won't have to, nigga. You can suck on my dick,” Tyrone said as they laughed. “Where the shit at?”

  “Right here-right here.” Love made a kingly display of the lines of ex that he had under a paper on the desk.

  “Snort it, baby,” Tyrone said.

  When Butterfly went down to take the straw and snort the fine powder, she felt Tyrone's dick grinding on her ass.

  “God damn, baby, you're a real muthafuckin’ girl. I thank the US Marshals for sending you here.”

  Butterfly snorted more than three lines of ecstasy and left very little for them. But they were too busy fighting over the privilege of grinding on that woman's ass of hers that put most women to shame. Even through the khaki, that ass was plump, phat, and she most definitely had a coke bottle shape that a nigga would kill for. Had they known better, they would’ve been running for their lives, because a taste of that sweet ass would awake love, jealously, and strife in them that they wouldn't be able to control.

  When Butterfly had had her fill, she had an instant rush. She gasped pleasurably, and feeling the two dicks against her body felt lovely, and she wanted to be ravished on the spot.

  Love was already feeling the line he had done moments earlier, and he started to kiss all over her. It was too much for Tyrone, just knowing the fact that Butterfly was a man, no matter how much she looked otherwise. He had to break up the party between them, as he whipped out his dick and grabbed Butterfly's head down to give him some head.

  Goddamn, it was the best head he'd ever had; no matter that Love's dumb ass went to biting and gnawing on Butterfly's ass. Tyrone would have laughed if the head wasn't so powerful and thought-provoking as he looked at Love rubbing his face and licking his tongue in the crack of Butterfly’s ass.

  It felt so good to Butterfly that her ass was getting ate out through her khaki pants, and the more he ruffled her ass with his tongue and his face, the more she wanted to get fucked rough, hard, and final. She gobbled Tyrone's dick in the exchange and gave his dick her special and sucked it like she truly loved dick and he nutted uncontrollably. While humming a lullaby, she drank it down and took his dick all the way down her throat without gagging.

  “Love.” Tyrone trembled. He almost passed the fuck out! And Love jumped up and saw how Tyrone looked as if he'd died a heavenly death, and Love knew he had missed something grand.

  Butterfly pushed Tyrone out the way and massaged Love's dick through his pants.

  “Take it out, baby,” Butterfly begged as she gently bit on the bottom of his hard dick. He collapsed against the table, and he didn't know if he would cry.

  “I'm falling in love.” He looked as Butterfly took his dick out his pants and sucked it as if he had juice inside of him. She slurped and twirled her juicy red lips around the helmet of his dick, and then dropped her mouth all the way down to swallow him whole.

  Butterfly was so pretty that he would have sworn she was the prettiest girl who had ever sucked his dick. She sucked his dick while Tyrone had gathered himself, and he was so cum-drained that he didn't have enough vigor to fuck Butterfly, who was by now, wagging her sexy ass like a bitch in heat!

  “You don't wanna fuck me?” Butterfly asked Love with her golden and sex-hungry sparkling eyes as she wiggled her tongue over the base of his dick. He was too far gone, and when she felt his helmet flare, she slurped his nutt down her throat, and she loved the taste of it
.

  But she swallowed too much of his dick and she almost vomited as Tyrone handed her the trashcan. Nothing came up, but she was still coughing.

  “Home girl, you all right?” Tyrone asked.

  She waved him off. Love felt celebratory.

  “I think she bit off more than she could chew,” he said as he put his dick back in his pants.

  “Shut up, fool, and get her some water,” Tyrone responded.

  Love disappeared to get her some water. When he came back, she drank the water and felt much better.

  “Tyrone, I ain’t never had head like that! She is pretty enough to tongue kiss. I'm in love.”

  “Hold down, Love. Fall back,” Tyrone said.

  “Butterfly, I know we ain’t finished partying yet?”

  Butterfly sat up. She felt much better, and she was still hot and horny as hell.

  “What else you got in mind?” she said as she grabbed Love's dick again. He groped her ass and wailed like a brand new baby getting slapped on the ass.

  “Shit, we got smoke, drink, and plenty more dick in my unit. You down?” Tyrone asked. On the sly, Tyrone rubbed his fingers together. Make money, fool.

  “I'm down for whatever, as long as your friend fucks me.” At this point Butterfly felt so good and high that she didn’t care about all the gangs, territories, and turfs. She just wanted to continue to have a good time.

  Love couldn't take it anymore. He bit on his knuckles to restrain himself.

  As promised, Tyrone snuck Butterfly in Unit-4B disguised with a low cap on her head and a big jacket. Tyrone brought out lots of hooch, weed, and he arranged for a few paying patrons to get a piece of her fine ass.

  Love was first, and it took everything Tyrone had to pull him out of the cell after he had finished. Others had gone in and Butterfly serviced them all, something she had never done before, but she felt good for it. But the more she drank, the more she smoked. She lost proportion and felt herself falling into another nightmarish spell. Butterfly tried to fight against the impending gloom, but even though her body was in locomotion, she had drifted into the fogginess.

  She was a teenager again, lost in the mirror staring back at her. Yes, that's when she had found herself. It was the lady dressed ever so beautifully and whose face was made up and could have easily passed for her mother when she was younger. But Butterfly was much prettier than her mother. She was lithe, slender, supple, devilishly exotic, and she had a sex appeal that would cause men to lose their restraints—and this she knew! She smiled at the mirror, and to her surprise, the mirror smiled back. It . . . it—it was her in the mirror, and she was gorgeous! But the mirror cracked and split down the middle of her face. And she was on the ground and her father was pummeling her with his fists and screaming hysterically.