by Wahida Clark
“Don't start tripping on me now. This is a complicated and complex situation as it is, but Shonda got twenty-two years with me. But she ain’t no threat to you when it comes to my heart. I got a big piece cut out just for you. But I'm not trying to crash twenty-two years of being with her over two months of being with you.
“I'm throwing this ad on the net to see how we handle challenges together. Shonda, on the other hand, is tried and tested. I just need you to trust me. Keep your head clear and stress free. You're with me?”
Butterfly waited before she answered his question. She nodded.
“You're gonna let me hit that tomorrow.”
Butterfly smiled and they walked to the pill line.
After they had left the pill line, Atwater hurried back to call his home boy Tyler. He had to stand in line to wait for a phone to become available. The unit was as loud as ever, and he was just anxious to speak with his partner.
Tyler's phone rang twice before he answered it, and after the automated operator said the call was from jail, Tyler pressed five to accept the phone call.
“What's up?” Tyler said.
“I'm chilling. What's going on with you?” Atwater asked.
“Apple snacks and money stacks. What's on your mind? I sent that money to Shonda.”
“Good look. I got some pictures, and I want you to start a website. You could either do a Facebook, but I don't know none of that shit.”
“Dog, you already got enough flicks of yourself to last you a lifetime on your Facebook.”
“It ain’t for me. It's for a boy. I'm trying to get paid. So when you put him on, make sure you put out an All-Points Bulletin for all tricks and johns.”
It was making sense to Tyler what Atwater was talking about, but it took a minute to dawn on him.
“Mace, you coming out of the closet on me?”
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “Fuck no! But even if I were, after eighteen years, I'd deserve to indulge. But real talk, I got this boy in here who looks better than Rihanna. You'll see in a couple of days. Put the pictures on the net and in a couple of weeks I'll send you a list of johns who I want you to request as friends.”
“Nigga, you done lost your mind in there.” Tyler laughed. “How the boy look?”
“I just told you: as pretty as a little girl.” They laughed. Atwater knew he could tell Tyler anything, and Tyler would never judge him.
“Don't be bringing nothing to the streets. They'll have your ass sucked up looking like ET on crack.”
“Don't worry about that. I got a hefty supply of jimmies, provided by the BOP.”
“Don't let me find out you’re catching as well as pitching.”
“Ah, that's some shit, nigga! Fuck you . . . I got to go. I'll send the flicks.”
“Love.” Tyler said as he ended the call.
Atwater was feeling himself, he knew he was about to get paid off Butterfly.
The Plan Unleashed . . . Phaze One…
The next morning, Atwater had gone to work and when he got there, Butterfly didn't want to do anything else but suck on his dick. She had been adamant, and once they shut the door, she pushed him on the ground and sucked his dick until he was cumming back and forth.
He had to talk to her, but he kept nutting so hard as she gurgled his tender dick in the back of her throat. His orgasm balled up and then it shot out in loads, and he pleaded for her to stop. She'd laugh because she knew nobody could compare to the head and satisfaction that she gave. And she knew she would make it impossible for his wife to ever be able to please him truly as she had. And that was the thought that kept his dick in her mouth for hours on end.
She then dressed his dick with a condom, and she shoved it up her ass. She rode his pony like a sex-crazed girl, and when he thought he could nut no more, she had him begging her to stop. But she couldn't because his dick was hard as steel and she loved the feel of it barreling down in her stomach, and it took her breath away and she had gotten so much pleasure by seeing him pleased.
“I can't take anymore.” It didn't sound like something a man who had just did eighteen years would say, but Butterfly had a way of making a person feel like he was exhausted.
She laughed. “You don't want no more of this soft ass?”
He cried, because the sound of her voice made his dick stiffen again. She got on all fours and purred like a cat and wiggled her ass and giggled, and blinked her eyes at him.
“Fuck!” He had to hit that. He stood up and kneeled enough to slide his dick inside of her and went all the way to the hilt. He dug inside her and she pulled his arms tight around her and he held her breasts and fucked her good. She gave it back to him, and gnarled at him. “Fuck me harder, faster!”
“What that dick feel like?”
“Feels like thunder's rumbling in my stomach, and a jackhammer smashing into my ass.”
But Butterfly would feel her orgasm building by the incessant pounding and she tried to give as much of her ass to him until she felt it building and building and then she released it on to the floor as she cried. He placed his hand on her mouth, because she was going to give them away. But she couldn't help it. His dick was so hard in her and her body melted under him. She cried and sucked on his fingers, and he pounded and pounded until his charge had discharged and he collapsed on her back.
“I could fuck you all day,” Butterfly said when she came to herself.
He sighed. “I don't have any energy to get off the ground. Damn, I wish you were here my whole bit. It wouldn't even have felt like I was in jail.”
Butterfly laughed. “This is like cheating them out of the time they gave us. Sometimes when I'm in here with you, I don't even feel like I'm doing time. I feel like I'm just away on vacation. Take it out,” Butterfly said as she wiggled her hips and he slipped out of her with a moan.
“How you know I was finished?”
“You are, because if you weren't, I'd finish you off with my mouth.”
“I could take another hour.”
“I bet you could.” She laughed.
“Turn around so I can look at you.” It was Atwater's first time saying that. Although she lay naked in front of him many times before, he had never asked her to take a look at her whole body.
“For what?” She was still apprehensive.
“Turn around.”
She turned and it was the first time he had ever looked at her whole body. “What is that?” He laughed because it didn't look like much of a penis.
“It's a dick,” Butterfly said with an attitude.
“A baby's dick, if that.”
“Go ahead and lick it then.” They laughed.
When they were finished clowning around, Atwater looked at Butterfly for who she was. It didn't make sense, but this was a human being with fears, and a love for life. A being who wanted to be loved and cherished and who, as with everybody else, hated to be judged.
And Atwater had been raised to hate gays. It was taught to him by his friends, family, and everywhere else he went. He had remembered when he was young, and he would tease certain boys because they acted like girls.
But now that he was here with Butterfly, he couldn't explain what he had felt for her. He had to question everything. Why would God create them? And if it was so bad to be gay or if it was a defect, the defect was none other than God's defect himself.
He kissed Butterfly passionately, and he thought if he could actually love her stronger than he did his wife. And when he thought of that, he laughed to himself. It was a trip, but he wanted to know more about her, something that went beyond their fuck-crazed days together.
“That day at the visit, why did you run out of there like that?”
By now, Butterfly was snuggled in his arms, and if jail was supposed to be meant as a punishment, she'd take this form of punishment over having liberty.
“I told you it was a long story.”
Atwater looked her in her eyes. “I want to know everything about you.”
She loved the musk of a man, the hardness of their bodies, and she wasn't fooling anybody to believe that Atwater would ever accept in his mind that he was gay. It was far from the truth, and she couldn't blame him, because she'd never date a gay man. She had slept with Buffy and Britney. But not sexually because there was nothing that turned her on about them. They were bitches too. And that was it. She couldn't date a gay man any more than he could, and by the grace of her womanly fortune, she had Atwater's love.
“Why are you ignoring my question?”
“I don't know?” She brushed away a tear, and he wiped it away. “I just don't like talking about when I was a kid. I have a lot of nightmares about being young. I'm looking at myself for the first time dressed as a woman, and my father comes in and busts me and he beats me senseless. But the nightmare isn't a dream. It really happened to me.”
Atwater didn't want to rush her. He wanted her to come clean in her own time.
“My uncle is a pastor of a famous church. When I was seven years old he molested me.”
“That punk ass nigga!” Atwater said, angry. “Muthafuckas like that should be killed.”
“I know. But the sad thing is that he was the only one who ever showed me genuine love. I took the abuse to win his affection, because I didn't feel like I was worth receiving love from anybody else.”
“Damn, I'd never know it was that fucked up for being you. I can't imagine, because the first time I saw you I thought you were a woman, and it took me a second to realize that this is a men's jail.”
“That's my blessing and my curse at the same time. If people could just tell I was born a man, they'd know and they wouldn't get close enough to me if they didn't like the idea. But because I look so much like a woman, people get close and when they find out—”
“I know. But fuck that shit. Fuck your uncle—he was fucking a seven-year-old boy.” Atwater sighed, and he wanted to murder him. It hurt him to his core.
“I hate my uncle and love him at the same time. It hurts when I hear you say fuck him. I don't know—it's just how I feel. He'd make me suck his dick, and then he'd fuck me in the ass. I guess he regretted it because he'd always spoil me with all kinds of presents.
“I know his wife Debra knew, but she acted like she didn’t. They could never have kids, and I was the closest thing to their child.”
“Like I said: fuck him and her. There's only one way for us to get back at the muthafuckas who raped us. We have to get power. We have to use wealth to increase our power, and we have to use our power to get back at all the people who did us wrong.”
“Mace, what are you talking about? Who did you wrong?”
“I just did eighteen years, and you're going to ask me that question? The system did me wrong! This shit is bullshit! They found me in a house with drugs that wasn't mine and because they didn't have anybody to put it on, they put it on me. But instead of them saying that it was a possession charge, they put me on some big conspiracy and fucked me over.
“And you're gonna help me get them back.”
Butterfly lightened to the idea. She'd help him any way he needed.
“What do I have to do?”
“First, we're going to get a decent savings of money. I'm going to request some tricks and johns to your web page, and when they come up here to visit you, you're going to run game on them.”
“How? What am I going to tell them?”
“You see how you're excited now? I want you to act just like that when they come and see you. You have to be very flirtatious, touchy, and they have to be the only ones who exist in this world. I have a list of johns who are millionaires.”
“Where did you get the list from?”
“Don't worry about that. I have my means. But when you go out there you have to be assertive, and you can't ever give them time to think and place details together. You have to control the conversation and always keep the topic on sex. And this is what you're going to tell them . . .”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dear John
Butterfly had been kind of nervous because she didn't know what to expect. But Atwater told her that the Johns had responded to her ad as he had expected they would. When Atwater had spoken to Tyler, Tyler couldn't believe that Butterfly was the boy that he was talking about on the phone.
Two weeks later was Butterfly's first visit. Butterfly wore her skintight pants, and her busts were full in her shirt, and her hair and makeup were nice.
She entered the visit room and waited in a chair in a corner by the vending machine. When the middle-aged black man came in, she didn't know if he was the trick until he looked directly at her and the lust in his eyes said it all.
Smartly dressed in expensive digs, the chubby man wore wire-framed glasses. He looked like the type that would fumble a ball if he had ever played football.
“You're prettier in person than in your picture. You're beautiful,” he said and she could tell that he was nervous by the way he kept looking all over the place.
As Atwater had instructed, she was as flirtatious as ever. “I couldn't wait to see you. Your letters got me so hot and horny.” She brushed against his dick as she hugged him and they sat down. “Here, let me see you without your glasses. My god! Now I can imagine you fucking me.” Butterfly was doing her job all too well, and she had him stumbling for words. She led the conversation from the minute they sat down!
“When? When can I fuck you? I wanted you the minute I saw your picture. When are you going to get out? I keep asking you, and you keep avoiding my question.”
Butterfly slid her hand between his legs and felt his snub dick that was hard in his britches. “I'm scared to tell you the truth. If I tell you, promise me that you won't leave me?” Butterfly’s eyes sparkled, and she massaged his dick in his pants.
“I swear to God! Just tell me when!” He felt that he would nut in his pants as he pictured her mouth wrapped around his dick, and he felt sick.
“I have eight more years to do.”
“What?” His shock was apparent.
“See, you lied! That's why I didn't want to tell you in the first place. Now you hate me.” Butterfly took her hand off his pulsating dick. He felt like she had shattered his heart. He was minutes away from nutting right there on the spot, and Butterfly knew it!
“I don't hate you. I'm a bit shocked, that’s all. I just want to know if I could do anything to get you out sooner? I mean, anything?” His passion was real, and he had desperation written in his eyes.
“There's an attorney that keeps promising me that he can get me out, but I'm a foster kid. It's not like I have family who'd pay him. Nobody loves me enough to help me.” Butterfly then brushed her lips against his. Her seductive and blatant behavior should have compelled the COs to have ended their visit a long time ago. But the COs sat there and watched because they got a laugh from it.
“Are you sure he can do what he promises? How much time did he say he could get you?”
“I'm sure. He's the best, and he promised me that he could get me out in under six months.”
“Give me his info, and I'll arrange everything.”
It was just as Atwater had said he'd do, and Atwater alre
ady had all the information she'd need to give him to send the money and set everything up. This excited Butterfly all the more.
“You don't understand. He's a high profile attorney, and he's very expensive.”
The John smirked. No money was too much for him. “What's expensive?”
“He told me to give him a $25k just to retain him. That doesn't include all the legal papers and process after that.” By now Butterfly had her hand on his dick again, massaging it. His eyes fluttered. She couldn't tell if he had nutted in his pants or if he was about to.
“As I said.” He composed himself. “Just give me his info. I want you home, and I'll do anything to that end.”
“When I come home, daddy, are you going to pull my hair when you fuck me?”
He was choked up. He never wanted to fuck anybody in his life more! “I'd love to.”
“I can't wait! You'll do all that for me?” She kissed him on his lips, and his mind was gone.
Later on that night, Butterfly had met Atwater at the money machine, and she couldn't wait to tell him how much of a success she had been. She told him everything that had happened, and he let her know that he had a different John coming the following day. It was all too fun to her, and she was happy she could help him out in whatever he was doing. The only apprehension she had was any of the Johns finding out it was a scam and doing something to her.
Those Who Accomplish to Plan, Plan to Accomplish…
Several weeks had passed and everything that Atwater had said was happening. He had arranged for somebody on the streets to act as an attorney, and the money poured in. Butterfly was juggling six multi-millionaires. It was funny because to give a $100k to her legal fund presented no problem to them. She had begged Atwater over the weeks that followed to tell her where he had gotten the list of the rich tricks, but Atwater wouldn't relent! It drove her crazy, because she felt like she had no power in the situation but to be a ploy in his game, but she loved him all the more for it.
Butterfly thought she had been doing well for herself while modeling, but the most she had ever made was $2k at any one gig, and usually she never made that much. But she wasn't really a big spender, and her uncle had always bought her big item wants, like cars. He paid her rent and had given her plenty of plastic. But now, the bank account that Atwater had set up for her on the streets had almost $200k, and she knew that he had stashed away another $300k for himself. It just seemed unreal that she didn't have to have sex with these guys or go out with them. She just had to go on a visit and give them the impression that she would rock their worlds once she was out. This was the easiest money ever. She didn't even have to read or respond to the letters they sent, because Atwater had paid a few people who wrote the guys back around the clock. The letters were always sex-ridden and charged with underlying adventure that kept the guys in a trance and on her trail.