by Wahida Clark
Butterfly dragged herself from the bed and Britney had already left. He left a note on her bed saying that he was going to whip them up a meal that night and for her not to eat anything until he returned from work.
She had to put on her gawky uniform and gangly boots and trudged to work feeling uncomfortable in the men's clothes.
When she went into Mrs. Hoover's office, aka Kathy, after the chaplain had left to attend a meeting up front, Kathy had made Butterfly a refreshing cup of coffee that snapped her back instantly, and she was as giddy and graceful as ever.
When the chaplain returned, Butterfly headed for what would now be her office. She went inside and cleaned and arranged everything to her liking. She had to give the place a woman's touch and knew that if she could appreciate it, so would Kathy.
But while she was cleaning up, Atwater stumbled in, without as much as knocking.
“You got some trash in here that needs to be emptied?”
When Atwater looked up, he couldn't believe it was Butterfly sitting behind the desk watching TV. She just rolled her eyes at him.
Atwater went to empty the trashcans. But an awkward moment passed, and when it had, he didn't feel like letting Butterfly off the hook that easy.
“So you still following me around I see.”
“I didn't know you worked here,” Butterfly said with an attitude without looking back.
“I find that hard to believe. I thought you had your informers who told you that me and my cellie were from Virginia and blah blah blah. I distinctly remember you saying that.” Atwater had a smile that read victory.
“You know what? Fuck you!” Butterfly added. She didn't want to look at him, because she wanted to stay mad at him.
“Was that Bobby or Butterfly talking? I did hear you last night when you said you were bipolar. I read your real name on your ID.”
“Keep on,” Butterfly said. Finally she looked up at him, and she was mad that she had.
Atwater set the bag he held in his hand on the ground. He was enjoying himself too much to just leave.
“Check this out, I didn't completely accept in my mind that you were a real woman till last night, as crazy as that sounds. This is all new to me. When I wrote you, I thought I was being helpful. I didn't mean to hurt you. And plus, I didn't know you were laid like that out there. But I respect that.”
“What led you to believe otherwise?” she asked curtly as Atwater pulled the door closed.
“Don't even go there.”
“Don't go where?”
“You don't think I know about what you did in 4B with Tyrone and Love? I know the details of how you let them get you high and drunk. I know about Sosa, Lazy Eyes, and Black.”
“You sound jealous.” Butterfly leveled.
“Fuck you.”
“You wanna meet Bobby, talking to me like that.”
Atwater loved this shit. He got two inches from her face as she sat in the chair. “Yeah, show me Bobby.”
Butterfly grabbed his arms. He wiggled away, and she jumped up to grab him again, but he bear-hugged her and trapped her and planted kisses on her gorgeous face as she bit for his. That was until Kathy came in.
“Bobby . . .” She was shocked seeing them hugged up together, and she just smiled as Atwater jumped back. “I didn't see anything.” Kathy smiled mischievously. “Excuse me, Bobby, we need you to put the new items in the lockers when you're finished in here. I'm sorry, that's all I wanted.”
Kathy pulled the door tight this time, and when she left, Atwater picked his bag up and he was about to leave.
“Thought you were busted, huh? With your 'keep it on the down-low ass.'“ Butterfly couldn't stop laughing.
“Islam Moor.” Atwater exited.
Once Atwater left, Kathy ran back into the room when she saw that he had gone to the bathroom.
“You got you a cute one!” Kathy said, all smiles. “But be a little more discreet. Next time, put up this TV sign here. See this side: ‘Do Not Disturb’. And keep the door locked.”
Butterfly smiled. She had her a friend. “And hide these.” Kathy had handed her a fistful of condoms, and Butterfly couldn't believe it. “I have plenty whenever you need them. Just let me know. But don't tell anybody I gave them to you. Nobody.”
Butterfly placed her left hand over her heart and swore. It was the only hand she had free. “I can't say thank you enough.”
“A singular thanks would be plenty. Now I have to get back to work, and you have to think about what you’re going to do with those.”
Make-up Tips…
After work, Butterfly floated back to her unit, as if she had butterfly's wings. She now had a job where she could have privacy, and her boss was the coolest in the world. When she returned to the unit, she grabbed her mail from the officer, and she saw that she had a letter from her mother, Sandra. She read it and didn't understand why, but it seemed as if her mother was trying to be real cool about their relationship.
When Britney came back from work, Butterfly told him and Buffy everything about her day, and they couldn't stop laughing.
“Bitch, you got to be the most luckiest ugly duckling in the pond,” Britney said.
“Let me tell you,” Buffy added.
“Whatever. Tomorrow we're going to make love.”
“Go on and give him that worn out pussy,” Buffy said.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Britney slapped hands with Buffy. “She lost all her grippers in 4B.” They laughed.
“You guys have to help me get ready for tomorrow. I can't go in there with my hair all over the place.” Butterfly wanted to look irresistible.
“It never stopped you before,” Britney said.
“Shut up, funky breath.” She smacked her lips as always. “I got you, gurl.”
Up until that point, Butterfly didn't know that Buffy had possessed any skills. However, Buffy shampooed her hair in the sink, braided it really tight in corn-rows, and put on a doo-rag and a tied a shirt tight around her head. He waited forty minutes until they opened the cells after 4:00 p.m. count and unwrapped her head. He took it out of the corn-rows and wet her hair again and took Murray's wave grease and put her hair in a silky, wavy bun at the back of her head. Buffy then made lipstick with Kool-Aid and used a pencil as eyeliner, and hooked Butterfly's face up.
That was the look she wanted! But she wouldn't see Atwater until the next morning, so this process would have to be repeated the following day in the morning.
The next day when Butterfly woke up, Buffy was the first to the door when the CO unlocked the cells.
“Get up, bitches,” he said, but Britney had already stirred.
“I have to get ready for work,” Britney said as he got up and arranged his bed.
“’Ho-please, we about to give the finishing touches.” Buffy went over to Butterfly to shake her. “Get up, bitch. You have to get ready for work call.”
“Just give me five more seconds.”
“Get up, bitch,” Britney said.
Buffy laughed as Butterfly stirred. “Please Britney, I got her from here. Just brush your goddamn breath.” She smacked.
“It's teeth bitch, not breath,” Britney said, making sure he blew as much of his breath on Buffy as possible.
“I don't even think I should ever breathe again,” Buffy said as Butterfly laughed.
“’Ho, it is too early.”
Britney went to freshen up while Buffy had given Butterfly the altered pants of her old uniform back to her. “I hooked your uniform up. Wait till you put it on.”
“Na-hum, you're going to get that bitch sent back to the SHU altering her clothes,” Britney said with toothpaste suds all over his mouth.
Buffy just gave him the stop sign with his hands.
“Damn, bitch. What did you do to them?” Butterfly asked as she held them out in front of her. They looked to be skintight and they were tapered at the bottom.
“I hooked them up. Now get your ass up. We have to douche you, let me t
ell you.”
“I'm not doing that with y’all in the cell.”
“I don't know why not.” Smack. “It ain’t like you know what you're doing anyways. It ain’t like the streets, bitch. You have to use this shampoo bottle.”
Buffy held up a shampoo bottle in his hands. “Come on, bitch, and Britney get the fuck out the way.”
“’Ho, I'm almost finished anyways.”
“Good, because after I douche her ass, I'm going to douche your mouth, let me tell you.” They laughed.
Butterfly took off her shorts that she slept in and went over to sit on the toilet and that was the first time the two of them had seen her penis. They both laughed.
“What?”
“Bitch, you know what. What the hell is that? You sure you're supposed to be in a men's prison?” Britney asked.
“That's not even possible to be that small,” Buffy said, slapping hands with Britney.
“Charming. Can we get on with this?”
Buffy gave Butterfly the shampoo bottle and Butterfly douched right in front of them while Britney was getting dressed for work. When Butterfly flushed the toilet the smell was horrible!
“Damn girl, you smell like a dinosaur decomposed inside of you eons ago,” Britney said.
“’Ho, it's no worse than your breath,” Buffy said.
“I got bad breath from sucking your daddy's dick.”
“You sure it wasn't from sucking the puss from his ingrown toenails?”
“I wish the both of y’all would shut up. I'm trying to concentrate,” Butterfly said.
“Please, like you need to concentrate to flush your ass,” Buffy said.
“Some people do. All ass and no brains.”
Butterfly gave them the finger. When they finished, Butterfly looked better than she did the day before. Her hair was whipped back in a nifty and wavy bun. The button down shirt was altered by Buffy, as were her pants, and she tied a knot on the side and it showed her belly button. Her pants were skintight. She would have to put another uniform on top of her sexy clothes in order to go to work. She'd also have to hide her makeup by putting a cap on her head. But the good thing was that it was cold outside, and she could put her big jacket on and blend in with everybody else.
Butterfly went to work, and when she got there, she called Kathy into her office.
“What are you doing?” Kathy asked with a smile as Butterfly took off the uniform that she had on top of her sexy apparel.
“If I tell you, then you're going to have to write me an incident report.” They laughed.
“That is too nice, especially considering what you have to work with. How did you put that together?” Kathy thought it all too cute, the way Butterfly's ass was hiked up in her skinny pants, and the shirt tied to the side and the belly button for all to see.
“Tricks of the trade.”
“I'll tell you one thing. I'll make sure you're not disturbed,” Kathy said as she walked over to grab the `Do Not Disturb' sign. “Just promise me that you'll tell me details when you're through.”
“Cross my heart and hope to have some wild and savage sex.”
Kathy laughed to that. “Just be sure to use the condoms, and nobody should be able to hear you.” Kathy was about to walk out the door, and then she turned back around and said. “You have a hot ass and a hot body.”
“Thank you.” When Kathy closed the door, Butterfly twirled around in a celebratory circle.
Then she turned on the radio to soft jazz, lit candles, and turned off the lights. She didn't know what she could use on the floor, which would be their temporary bed. Butterfly couldn't find anything, so she neatly laid out her uniform on the ground and waited for what seemed like forever! Where was he?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Creamy Dreams
When Atwater had gone to work, the first thing he always did was make sure that all the trashcans were empty, and then he'd clean the bathroom. But as soon as he went into Kathy's office, she had been very direct and even rude, which was unlike her.
“Atwater, go and clean up the chapel's library.”
“Okay, Mrs. Hoover. I'll go over there as soon as I'm done here.”
“I said now!” she said, and she was stern about it.
He looked at her for a moment. She didn't give him any clue as to what she was up to.
When he left out of her office, he saw the `Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and returned to let Kathy know.
She told him that she had put the sign up because the place was so dirty and that she was disappointed at his work performance. He was momentarily stung, because nothing seemed right with her this morning. Atwater hunched his shoulders, completely confused about everything. Then he went inside the chapel's library, and when he went in, he couldn't believe his eyes!
Butterfly was lying on the ground, her lips red, her hair whipped up in waves and pulled into a neat bun, and her eyes were shaded and lined. Her cleavage was mouthwatering, her stomach flat, her ass fat to death! She had on footsy socks and her ass looked like it would bust out the seams of the skinny pants that Buffy had made for her.
Atwater dropped the bag in his hands and wiped his brow. “Get the fuck out of here!” He was lost in her awesome beauty, and for a minute, when he thought that he might have been tripping to have wanted to fuck her, now he knew he was right on point!
As of late, he had been second-guessing everything. He questioned his sexuality and everything. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. But now that he saw her sprawled out on the ground and her lust-ridden eyes, he knew that it was the fact that she was a woman!
There was nothing that could tell him otherwise, but he knew he could never fuck her, because there was no way in hell he was going to raw dog her. He could never live with himself if he carried something home to Shonda, and he was so close to going home.
“Damn, all this for me?” he asked, dubious, unsure of how much control he had over this situation.
“And much more.” Butterfly displayed the condoms.
“Where did you—” he was about to ask, and then it all made sense to him. Kathy's strange behavior, the candles, the soft jazz music . . . it was all Mrs. Hoover, aka Kathy's doing!
“Don't ask,” Butterfly responded.
He gave her a knowing smile. And the talking came to an end. Butterfly was undressing him with her eyes, and she couldn't wait to deep throat him and fuck him reverse cowgirl style.
He looked kind of indecisive and skittish. She had gotten up with graceful, seductive movements and brushed her ass against his bulge in his pants. Butterfly danced and unbuttoned one of the buttons on her shirt and swung her ass, and then backed onto the desk. She made her ass clap, and he touched her soft ass to make sure it was real.
Then he grabbed her up, and he kissed her from behind. She stuck her butterscotch tongue in his mouth, and she moaned deeply because she wanted to feel his full measure.
He groped her breasts and dug his crotch into her full ass, and he could have lost his head!
Butterfly turned and unbuttoned his uniform one button at a time, as she looked him in his eyes and played her lips against his. She took his shirt off to see a well-developed chest and broad shoulders that she kissed every tattoo on them until she made her way down to his pants.
She unbuckled them and then she sucked on his dick. He thought he would bust wild, unchallenged in her throat amongst her gurgles of pleasure. But she stopped and sucked on his balls and kissed his thighs until his passion was raw and gripping and he couldn't take anymore! He went to take over the intermission, but she had stopped him with a single commanding finger to suggest that she was in control.
“You ain’t gonna fuck me until I ride the pony.”
His face was drawn up in anguish. The more he heard her soft gentle and sexy voice, the more he wanted to nut so hard inside of her.
“Ride the pony then.”
“I want you to talk to me the whole time that fat dick is in my ass,” she
said, unpeeling her tempting shirt off. Her tits sprang forth, and he hadn't seen real tits in eighteen years. Atwater groped and sucked on them.
Butterfly pulled down her pants, and when she did, she pushed Atwater into the chair. She kissed his thighs again, and then slurped the full scale of his dick and put a condom over the span and then she greased her butt.
She turned, and when Atwater tried to guide his dick into her ass, she slapped his hands away and did the guiding. She put the helmet of his dick in her ass and twirled her hips without dropping down.
“I got plenty of this for you,” Atwater promised.
“Do you?” Butterfly moaned.
“Yeah, baby, dick and butterscotch.”
“Oh, you wanna tease me?”
“You're teasing me. Go on and let that thing drop before I pull you down.”
“No, you might hurt me with all that dick.”
Butterfly slowly wiggled her hips and took each inch slowly. His dick was as long as Lazy Eyes’ but much fatter, and she knew she was going to be in for one.
“I'm gonna let you ride this pony, but when it's my turn, I'm gonna fuck you so hard.” He gnarled like a wolf.
“How that feel, baby?”
“Feel like you need to stop fucking around.”
Butterfly slammed down on his dick and took him all the way in, smashing down hard on his midsection. FUCK! she wanted to scream, feeling his massive member in her stomach.
She balanced her weight on his knees and popped her ass into his dick. He couldn't take anymore. He pushed her on all fours and pounded in and out of her as hard as he could. She wanted to scream with pleasure, and he bit down on her shoulder when he nutted inside her.
“Ahhhh . . . “ she gasped. What more did Atwater have in store for her? She’d have to find out.
Flight…
They passed weeks after that inseparable of each other. Whenever they closed the chapel's library door, they were in a world of their own. There, they could share intimate conversations, have sex, and get away from being judged.