Butterfly Bitch!

by Wahida Clark

  She and Atwater had accomplished something, and their relationship became more than just fucking and sex. They would sit up all day and talk about how she should go to the next visit and what she should say, do, etc. It was all too amazing for her. She loved the way his mind worked. And he was never conquered, not by his situation or any circumstance. He just saw past everybody and focused on what he'd do. He was a very special person.

  Atwater had over $300k that he stashed in a bank under an alias. He didn't want to get released on Supervised Release so his probation officer could track his movement by tracking his money. He wanted to do a lot with that money, and he had to be discreet. He had big plans, and what he was doing now was just the beginning!

  Things were getting a little wild though. He couldn't really stay on the down-low with Butterfly because of the simple fact that he had to communicate with her more effectively, and to wait to have a five minute conversation with her at the money machine while she was going to pill line, limited his communication with her. And the money that they had rolling in, he thought: fuck what anybody thought!

  It was time for him to splurge a bit, and he called his wife Shonda.

  “Hey baby. You are truly too much!” She sounded excited and he knew why.

  “Tyler must have gotten those things to you guys?”

  “I'm wearing the diamond necklace and the bracelet right now. Mason and Macy didn't wait five minutes to leave after the BMWs you bought them showed up. This scares me.”

  He should have known. “Shonda, chill out and enjoy what I got for you. I promise it's all good.”

  “I hope it doesn't have anything to do with Tyler because I'll give it back!”

  Atwater laughed. “All right, I'll call him right now and tell him to come back and get everything.”

  “Well, just let me keep the bracelet.” They laughed. “Just tell me that when you come home you're never ever going to go back to jail?”

  “I promise, baby. I'm going to tuck you in every single night. Damn, what's that I hear in the background? Sounds like water.”

  Shonda smiled. “I'm taking a hot bubble bath, and I'm drinking champagne.”

  “Ooo-weeee! I have three weeks and I can't wait.”

  “Just remember that you promised to tuck me in at night,” Shonda said seductively.

  “I want to tuck you in right now. Slide your hand between your thighs and tell me how hot and wet the tub is.”

  “I'll tell you how hot and wet it is, if you tell me what you're going to do to me when you get out.”

  “After or before the candlelit dinner?”

  “After, baby,” Shonda moaned as she massaged her pussy and imagined it was Atwater sucking on it. The phone call ended with the sound of her climaxing and Atwater’s simmering plans once he was released in three weeks.

  Out Of The Closet And On To The Floor…

  “Atwater is a good man and a hustler, let me tell you,” Buffy said as she took another gulp of the strong and savory jailhouse hooch that had him feeling good.

  Britney, Buffy, and Butterfly were in their cell eating a lavish nacho bowl with refried beans, melted cheese, chopped vegetables, diced beef and turkey log over nacho chips. Butterfly had paid somebody to make her a sweet potato pie, and they sat around drinking hooch and were all feeling good.

  “Ain’t that the truth. Butterfly has been able to put money on my account, and I've spent my commissary limit three times in a row. If I keep this up, I'm going to tell Mrs. Bowers to go to hell with that Unicor job. I'll just sit here all day and eat, drink, and get fucked,” Britney said as all three of them laughed.

  “Yes, Mace is my hero,” Butterfly added.

  “He must be”—She smacked—”because he has you geeking on his dick. Bitch, you act like you too good to get high with us now.”

  “He don't want me to! He doesn't like when I do that stuff, but he don't mind if I drink a little.”

  Britney mimicked her. “He don't like when I do that stuff.”

  “Maybe he needs an X-pill and to fuck you with a choo-choo train of other niggas to relax his ass, let me tell you!”

  “Fuck you, freak bitch. All this is enough for him.” Butterfly smacked her fine ass. “And he's enough for me. He don't need X.”

  “Oh, he likes deep pussy, huh?” They all laughed and Butterfly had flipped Britney the finger. “I'm just playing, girl. He's really good for you. Since you've been with him you've been taking care of yourself and looking superb and your confidence has went through the roof.”

  Buffy smacked her lips. “I wish I had a dick that could transport me,” Buffy said.

  “You got Ray Ray’s stank ass,” Britney said, trying to sound encouraging.

  “Please!” Buffy said.

  “He ain’t no Mace,” Butterfly added, smiling at her luck.

  “But Butterfly, you have to worry about that pretty bitch he's going home to.”

  “Why you bringing that up, stank ‘ho?” Britney asked the obvious.

  “It's the truth, let me tell you. He's been with her a long time.”

  “And I hate it! But he's with me now, and he loves fucking me. That bitch will never be able to replicate what I do.” Butterfly had a real attitude and a jealous streak.

  “I know what you mean, gurgle-throat,” Buffy said. They all laughed.

  “Who told you that?” Butterfly was surprised.

  “Love told me while I was sucking his dick. He told me that I don't gurgle in the back of my throat while he's busting a nut. I ain’t never heard no shit like that, bitch. But I'll be sure to learn it, let me tell you.”

  “Gurgling in the back of your throat!” Britney said, as if hurt that Butterfly could hold such a technique to herself.

  “Trade secrets, bitch. Gurgle in your ass,” Buffy said, and they all laughed.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Down-Low Suspect

  In jail, whispers create rumors and rumors create what prisoners take as hard core facts. When the whispers started about Atwater and Butterfly meeting every night at the automatic money machine, and him accompanying her to pill line at times, and that he was locked up with Butterfly in the chapel's library during the morning hours, Atwater had come under suspicion.

  The suspicion first came from the Moors, which was the organization he was not only a member of, but a leading official. Then Craze-zo started to get a whiff of it.

  Atwater knew that he was weeks away from going home, and he didn't like the fact that his reputation was getting tarnished. But it was something that came with the territory.

  He knew that if he just put money on a number of individuals’ accounts, it would all be hush-hush. But even when he tried to put money on Craze-zo's account, Craze-zo had become even more suspicious. And the rumors had finally surfaced, and that’s when Craze-zo brought the issue to him.

  They were about to lift weights, and Craze-zo couldn't put the thought behind him.

  “Moor, cuz, I've been hearing some strange shit, and I don't know if to believe them, or just take it as some hating ass niggas that we need to holler at with some straps. But niggas is saying that you fucking with that punk, Butterfly.” Craze-zo kept his eyes on Atwater because he wanted to see his reaction. He had to read his partner, no matter what his partner said.

  “Fucking with the punk . . .” Atwater looked his little partner straight in the face. “Like what?”

  “Atwater, what you mean like what?” The shit was too much to grasp for young Craze-zo. And his nigga whom he would have rode to the depths of hell with, didn't give him an outright “no” answer. He couldn't believe that he could have fallen victim to some fag shit!

  “Craze-zo, the shit is bigger than what you think. But trust me when I tell you that I ain’t gonna ever do something that'd be on some punk shit.”

  “Come on, Atwater. Give me more than that. We're like fam’.”

  “Sit down.” They were standing by the squat rack, and there was a bench at the side of i
t.

  Atwater sat down and Craze-zo sat next to him. “I'm pimping the punk.”

  It took Craze-zo a minute to digest what he had just heard, and it was worse than what he'd thought. “Cuz, you're getting money to let fools run trains on him like what happened to him in 4B?”

  “No, I ain’t no sucker like that. I'm gonna let you in on what's going on, so you'll be on point. I got a list of millionaire punks that I got from the white boy who works in education. I put a couple of Butterfly's flicks on a social website and gave him the game. You know I work in the chapel with him, so I've been giving him the game. I've made $80k off him already.” Atwater underestimated the money. If he had said the real amount, he knew Craze-zo wouldn't have believed his story.

  It was a sigh of relief for Craze-zo. He didn't believe for one second that his partner had fallen victim, and now it was all confirmed. “I'm glad to hear that. They was saying it like you was fucking the punk or something.”

  “Never that. I can't take nothing home to wifey. That's my word!”

  “I don't know why I ever doubted you in the first. You my nigga.”

  And that was how he had kept Craze-zo's respect and friendship with a lie. He knew that Craze-zo wouldn't be ready for the truth, and he knew the best thing would be to lie.

  “And I'll show you how a real nigga do it. I'm going to have my partner send you a gee to show you how I'm living.”

  “A gee, my nigga!”

  “Yeah, get some new shoes and send your son something.”

  They worked out, and after they had finished, they were about to leave when Old School called Atwater.

  “Got a sec, Atwater?”

  “Yeah. Craze, I'll be right back. Hold up a minute.”

  Atwater ran into the gym where Old School was sitting in the bleachers and a couple of guys were playing one-on-one.

  When Atwater sat at his side, Old School said, “You know everybody's talking about you and that boy?”

  “I ain’t trippin’, old timer. I'm getting money though. She's an investment to me, and I want these fools to know not to mess around with mine.”

  “I know you're sharp, Atwater, and I thank you for the eight grand you put on my books.”

  “It's nothing, old timer.”

  “No, listen. I really appreciate that shit. And you're going to have to start feeding your wolves around here just in case some drama pops off.”

  “I already know, and I'm already over it. It feels good to be able to look out and have something put away for when I get out next week. And when I hit the streets, I'm gonna show you innovation. I'm taking my pimping to the next level. And I ain’t like the fools that say they're gonna do something for you and never give back. Trust me. When I get out, I got you, Old School.”

  “You make me proud.” They embraced.

  “I'm about to continue on my journey,” Atwater said.

  Old School laughed, because he knew the obstacles that lay ahead of Atwater. And he knew it was going to be very difficult.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  The Day Was Naughty

  Atwater was too close to going home. He only had two more days, and the thought was killing him.

  Butterfly, on the other hand, was getting her head together for being left in jail all alone. She knew it would be a challenge in itself, but one that she was willing to take. She had gone to work and she and Kathy were rearranging the chapel's library. They were trying to make more room for more religious apparatus that had come in.

  Kathy wore tight slacks, doorknocker earrings, and a smart blouse. She looked like the kind of middle-aged white girl who'd be married to an NBA star. She had scaled a small ladder to put some books on the top shelf.

  “Put this in the Catholic section. Can you reach it?” Butterfly asked.

  “Yes, I got it. I'm not that short.” Kathy's blouse loosened from her slacks and Butterfly could see the skin of her butt.

  “Damn, girl, you got an ass of steel.”

  Kathy laughed. “Almost as big as yours.” And she got down from the ladder.

  “No, you got me,” Butterfly joked. “Everybody on the compound says you got the phattest ass.”

  “I don't believe you. My hips are only thirty-six! Here, let me feel yours. Umph, it feels good.” Kathy grabbed Butterfly's ass and held on to it.

  “Okay, girl, let my ass go,” Butterfly joked, looking at her strangely.

  “I don't really want to,” Kathy said, giving Butterfly a weird look.

  Butterfly had to be blunt with her. “Are you coming on to me?”

  “You've never ever thought about being with a woman?”

  This was the worst thing that Butterfly could have imagined possible. “Have a seat.” After they sat, Butterfly broke it down to her. “You have to understand that I'm a woman that's trapped inside a man's body. If I were to even think about being with a woman, it would seem completely weird to me. I love men and men only.

  “Plus, you're my girl and without you, I wouldn't have ever known this love that I have for Mace. And it goes beyond words, my appreciation for you.”

  “I don't know what I was thinking,” Kathy said. “It's just that you have this strong sexual aura. And I want to tell you the honest truth. Lately, when I make love to my husband, all I can see is your face. I'm always turned on when I'm around you. You just seem so exotic and erotic. It's just a spell.”

  Kathy couldn't tell her the rest! She hadn't yet felt embarrassed to tell her what she already had, but if she had continued, she would have said how she thought Butterfly was so beautiful and how she wanted to see Butterfly get ravished by Atwater in front of her while she watched and played with a dildo at the same time. The thought was unnerving and she felt the moisture between her thighs fall, and she had to cross her legs. Kathy followed every word that came off Butterfly's lips, and she wanted to feel those fluffy, velvet lips kiss all over her body; starting from her perk tits, to her full mound between her legs! It was all stimulating and mesmerizing at the same time, but it was just shadows overcast over her sex life. She didn't know what she'd do, but the thought lingered, and it was one that had to be fulfilled.

  She wished Lazy Eyes was still here so that she could tell him what she always wanted to tell him: that she wanted him to fuck her with raucous abandon while Butterfly fucked her in the ass. And it would amount to double penetration and double the orgasmic relief!

  Butterfly smiled, full of herself. “Really?” Butterfly asked, thinking it was funny that even women were attracted to her.

  Kathy shook her head, looking intoxicating, sultry, and her eyes were like a romantic evening sky. It was just that she was extremely horny, and hell had raised her temperature to the level of fever.

  “Lock that door. I want to show you something.”

  Butterfly studied her for a minute. Seeing mischief behind Kathy's eyes, which she didn't trust, she hesitated to comply. But she had gotten up and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and locked it.

  “What you want to show me?” Butterfly asked suspiciously.

  “Look how wet I am around you.” Kathy unfastened her slacks, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. Her body was perfect.

  She looked like a model from a Curve's Magazine. Butterfly couldn't help but be slightly turned on, and the thought was weird to her.

  “You have a great body.”

  “Come here, Butterfly. I won't bite you. I want to show you something.”

  It took Butterfly a moment to start moving her legs, but she moved closer to Kathy, who took her hand and placed it between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet and the moisture had seeped through her hot pink G-string.

  “Girl, a woman's pussy gets wet like that?” It was Butterfly's first time ever touching a woman's pussy. She had never seen one except on TV.

  “You've never touched a woman's pussy?” Kathy was shocked.

  “Why would I?”

  “Here, I'll show you more.” Kathy pulled down her G-
string. Then she took off her blouse and then her bra. There was no fat on her tanned body, and her pussy was plump and shaved.

  “Kathy, girl, this shit is turning me on. Put your clothes back on.” Butterfly, who always thought that women made her feel nauseated was feeling an urge that she had never felt before, and she didn't like it at all!

  “Kiss me.”

  “I ain’t kissing a woman!” Butterfly protested, but it was too late because Kathy had already kissed her.

  At first Kathy's kiss felt weird, but Kathy tasted good. The kiss turned passionate and Kathy grabbed Butterfly's breasts and soft ass. The gesture relaxed Butterfly and she . . . she . . . she . . . didn't know exactly what gave her the urge to do something that had crossed her mind a number of times. But she went along with the urge, and she touched Kathy's pussy. It was clammy, soft, and wet like a bog, but it was wonderful to touch and get an immediate reaction from Kathy, who moaned softly and grinded into her fingers. Butterfly slid one of her fingers into Kathy's pussy and it felt slick and tender, and she couldn't imagine how an ass could feel as good as a pussy for a man.

  It awakened a new curiosity inside Butterfly to want to understand women better, because her body limited her in so many ways. She pulled Kathy down to the ground and kissed all over her short body until she made her way down to her pussy. She stuck her tongue into the pussy. It was slimy and gooey, but the reaction she got from Kathy made her want to continue. Kathy pulled her face against her pussy and fucked Butterfly's lips. Butterfly thought she would suffocate from how hard Kathy had grinded into her face, and then she felt Kathy's body shiver uncontrollably. Her pussy gushed out in anguish, and a stream of pussy juice shot in Butterfly's face. It was wet, murky, powerful, and it took all that Kathy had not to scream out loudly.