by Wahida Clark
Above all that, she was free!
When she saw Atwater, who pulled up in a rented drop-top red Ferrari, she dived into his arms. He was dressed like a Miami playboy, and he looked finer than ever.
“Damn, I missed you!” she said. She couldn't wait to get fucked tonight.
“Come on, we have a plane to catch.”
“We're not going to drive?” Butterfly looked disappointed. She was going to give him head to the earth's end. “You know I don't have to report to my probation officer till Monday.”
“Just get your fine ass in the car.” Atwater's dick was already hard. He'd been wanting to fuck Butterfly the whole time he'd been out. She was the only one on God’s green earth that knew how to gurgle nut out of a man’s dick.
Butterfly sauntered her buttery hips over to the passenger seat. When she got in, she saw that Atwater had real makeup for her to use in a toiletry bag. She made her face up, and she looked good to death. All she needed now was to whip her hair up, and she would have been the baddest bitch on the eastern seaboard.
“Where we going?” she asked as they sped down the highway. She had just finished putting her final touches on her makeup, and she leaned over to rub his cock that stiffened to the touch.
“Just shut up and enjoy the ride.”
“You want me to shut up?” She had a mischievous smile on her face as she massaged his dick. He smiled unevenly. “I'll keep quiet.” Butterfly unzipped his pants and gave him the mega head he loved.
They drove to Philadelphia where they caught a first-class flight to Florida, where he had reservations for a two-night cruise.
Carnival Cruise line boarded, but before they had embarked, Atwater took her to a beauty salon that whipped Butterfly’s hair up with an expensive weave that they styled in big bows cascading down her back. She felt fresh, relieved, and free! Atwater was amazed at what a good weave could do, and he took her to the mall to get some clothes for the trip. While she was there, she got a pedicure and manicure.
Now they went on the high seas, headed for the Bahamas: Nassau and Freeport.
After dinner, they went to the dance floor. “Tender Love” by Force MDs was playing, and after the song they went back to their small cabin. They had wild and savage sex until they couldn’t move anymore. Afterward, Atwater had to prepare her mind for what he needed next.
“I got everything lined up, and now I need you to get me some bitches that look like you.”
“Not right now, Atwater. Damn, come back and get in the bed.”
Atwater made himself a drink, and sleep was the last thing he needed. “I need you to focus. We’ll relax soon enough, but right now I want you to get your ass up and grab a paper and pencil.”
Butterfly fumed, but did as she was asked. She wrapped herself up in the bedsheets and came to Atwater’s side as he sat on the edge of the bed with a laptop. He went to a website that had ads for transvestites, and he and Butterfly poured over different people until they wrote down the names of who they wanted to interview.
“You have qualities that I know I’m right about why I chose you to do this job. You’re going to be able to relate to these girls, and they’re going to look up to you for a lot of reasons.”
After the two-day cruise, they went in separate directions. But Butterfly knew what she had to do.
Recruitment…
A month later, it had been exactly as Atwater had said it would be. She didn't even know that she could have that much influence on other people. But she carried out his instructions to the tee, and she only recruited people who were classy and who were loyal to Atwater and her.
She just didn't know he was going to be so persistent, anal retentive, pressuring her about everything. And she thought that their weekend on the cruise ship would be spent full of wild sex, but all he wanted to do was tell her what she had to do! And the simple fact was, she loved him harder than ever, more than ever, and it paled the love she felt for him when they were in jail together. Now she'd ache if she wasn't with him, and she hated it. She hated that he was so different now.
Damn, he had turned into a drill sergeant overnight, and she felt like she was losing her identity in his. He told her how she would have to use pleasure to attain information, how they were going to use cameras and spyware to catch politicians, entertainers, and law enforcement officials in embarrassing and compromising positions. And he even went as far as to actually want to use truth serum drugs. She thought that wasn't only funny, but crazy!
Maybe she didn't see his ideas at all as being practical, and that's why he had been on her so hard. But she did do her part, and she recruited her fair share. Atwater's project was in its beginning stages and he was edgy. He'd fly back and forth from St. Louis to DC, or he'd do visual conference calls over Skype from his home office. But he took the shit as serious as a heart attack.
Butterfly had recruited ten people, one was a white girl who was no older than fifteen, but she looked the part, and she was really sharp for a kid. Her name was Faith, and she was best friends with a transvestite who was nineteen, whose name was Lacy.
Lacy was most definitely the greatest asset to Atwater's project. He/she, which would better be indicated as a she, was a slender Dominican girl without blemish to her creamy and milky white skin, dashing features, and pink succulent lips that were as fluffy as Butterfly's. She was by far a clever talker, and her wit was beyond her years. But she was as sassy as any Latina.
And that's when it blew. Lacy had got a video of her fucking a mayor of a city in Maryland, and his name must be protected for obvious reasons. Although Lacy was a transvestite, she loved to dip, if you catch the drift. She gave the DVD to Butterfly, and Atwater did what he was best at.
He sent pictures of the video to the Mayor's office with a contact number, and within minutes Atwater was on the phone with him. He was able to negotiate a sum of $1 million to an offshore account to keep quiet. But it was a source of income that Atwater could always use.
The next big item scheme came in person of Faith, who had slept with a married pastor of a mega-church, and to keep the statutory rape issue hush-hush, he had paid Atwater $2 million, and the two schemes had been finalized within a week of one another.
Butterfly was busy doing the boring part of instructing everybody who she recruited on where to stash the equipment, how to attract the man, and how to conceal their identity, which included how they were supposed to wipe a place down of their fingerprints. Their true identity would never be revealed, and whenever Atwater presented anything to the tricks he was scheming on, he would use the real identity of somebody else who fit the bill.
But nothing could compare to when Lacy had set up a Federal judge, and she had made a tape of her fucking him in the ass! It was their greatest achievement, and when Butterfly had called Atwater with the news, he had chartered a leer jet to fly him there immediately; he didn't want anybody to get a copy of the DVD.
Butterfly had just flown out of town with a Senator/trick, whom she was baiting, and she would be gone for two nights. Lacy and Faith were at the airport terminal awaiting Atwater’s arrival.
When the private jet landed, he walked out into the glistening sky looking like a million bucks. With this DVD of the sex scandal, sky was the limit. He was about to put the DVD up somewhere safe in St. Louis.
It was the third time he had seen Lacy, and when he thought Butterfly was gorgeous, Lacy was fine to death! She wore a pink DKNY miniskirt and her tits were a bit smaller than Butterfly's, and she didn't have nearly as much ass. Faith trailed her, and they both were five star ladies: their hair had been whipped by hell!
He hugged them, and as he hugged Lacy, she slipped him the DVD. It wasn't long before they were above the clouds headed toward St. Louis.
Atwater put the DVD on. It was the best! The video had clarity and the judge's voice could be heard all too well. It was all he could hope for and much more. He couldn't help but reach over and kiss Lacy on the cheek.
“Ain
’t no looking back!” he said over and over again. And this time he knew it was the truth.
Faith was at a table in a corner making lines of cocaine. Atwater didn't know that Lacy or Faith were heavy users, and he didn't realize it until he got up to get a glass of champagne and saw her making perfect white lines. “What the fuck is this!” He was livid. He didn't want the pretty little bitch in the back of his privately charted jet getting high off that shit.
Faith didn't know what to say, and Lacy came to her rescue. “Papi, it's just for celebration. Don't have a heart attack. We've worked our vaginas off, and we're going to celebrate. All of us!”
Atwater eyed her for a second. That sassy ass Latin shit was mesmerizing. “Go ahead then. I need to take a piss.” Atwater had popped the DVD out and placed it in his front pocket. He wasn't going to let it out of his sight for one second. When he came out of the bathroom, Lacy and Faith were snorting the long lines off the table. Their noses were white, and they laughed like little girls.
“This some good stuff. It has my pussy tingling,” Faith said, leaning back in her chair. She was just too smart to be so damn young and fine. Her little body looked like sex on the beach and fuck on the ocean.
“Shut up, mami. Watch your tongue. Our boss is here.”
Atwater laughed. “Quit with that boss shit, you pretty muthafucka.”
“Papi, you're the one acting like you got something stuck up your ass.” They all laughed. “Come over here and do a line and chill your uptight ass un poquito.”
“I ain’t doing that shit.” Atwater sat at Faith's side. She was one of the finest white girls he'd ever seen, even though she was a bit on the slim side.
“Fine, papi. More for us.”
“Butterfly told us about when you all were in jail,” Faith said.
“She runs her mouth too much.”
“She said you had a big dick,” Lacy said, snorting another line of cocaine.
Atwater laughed. He knew what they were trying to do, and he wasn't having it. He thought it was just a senseless game, but Faith reached over and caressed his dick.
“What the fuck are you doing?” But she stroked his dick, and the little bitch looked like she wanted to be stuffed. The energy was so fucking erotic that he had to stand up for a second. His dick was hard as hell and they both saw it. “You never tried this shit before, Boss?” Another stupid ass pestering question, but this time it didn't sound so dumb and the shit didn't look so bad.
“Move the fuck out the way. Let me see what this shit is working with.” Atwater threw caution to the wind, because he was so happy with the shit that was in his front pocket that he knew he was going to celebrate tonight anyway. He took a deep whiff of the white powder, and it seemed like fire was being rammed in his head. But his head instantly felt numb, and then a feeling of extreme euphoria followed.
The girls didn't pay him any attention. Faith went over to Lacy and they kissed passionately and groped one another's breasts. The shit was so stimulating to watch, that Atwater's dick was throbbing.
Lacy grabbed his dick, and he was fucked up because he knew if Butterfly had found out, she'd go berserk. But he was too far gone to say no, and his altered state had no resistance. Lacy sucked his dick, and the shit was the bomb. He fell back into a seat behind him as she slurped his dick.
Lacy had heard so much about Atwater that from the first time she saw him, she was in love with him. He was more than Butterfly had described, and she and Faith would always talk about him behind Butterfly's back. They would say that they each would have his love, no matter what Butterfly thought. They worshipped him as much as Butterfly did, and when they started seeing the money come in that he had promised them, he was all that and then some.
Faith played with her pussy and Atwater watched her. Her pussy looked so clean and pure, and he knew he was going to fuck her young ass. His dick felt like it would explode, and Lacy grabbed KY jelly from her Louis Vuitton purse and greased her ass. She wanted the shit so much that she turned and slammed his dick in her ass as she rode him reverse cowgirl.
She fucked better than Butterfly, but her head could never compare. Atwater fucked her good, and she brought her head back to him and stuck her tongue in his mouth.
Faith's pussy was tingling and she wanted to get fucked too. She went over and kissed Lacy after she had yanked her face from Atwater. Faith straddled Lacy who was getting fucked from the back by Atwater, and Faith put Lacy's six-inch dick inside her.
The shit was wild! When Atwater thought the shit with Kathy and Butterfly was crazy—this shit was bananas! Faith leaned over and kissed Atwater as he slammed his dick into Lacy's ass and all three of them fucked one another.
Lacy sucked on Faith's perky tits and slid inside of her pussy as she felt Atwater ram his dick inside her. She grinded down into his dick as Faith bounced up and down on top of her and they were all so coked up that they could fuck for hours.
Atwater motioned Faith to get up and she went on all fours and Lacy got behind her and fucked her. Atwater climbed on Lacy and fucked her from the back and Lacy and Faith were screaming with bliss!
Atwater couldn't nut for nothing because he was so high. But Lacy's ass was so good that he put in work on her.
Faith had seen Atwater's fat ten-inch dick and she had never been with a guy who'd had a dick over eight inches. She was scared, but she wanted him so bad that she begged him to fuck her.
Atwater lay on the ground and the young bitch slid down on his dick and it was some of the best pussy he'd ever had. The shit was tight and wet and she grinded back into his dick and screamed like he was killing her. Lacy didn't just stand and watch, she slid her dick into Faith's ass and they double penetrated her little pussy and ass until she was biting and scratching from heart shattering orgasms. It came, one after the other, and she had three orgasms, before either of them had one.
Atwater wanted some more of Lacy's ass, and Faith sat on his face while Lacy smothered his dick with her ass. His dick slid in and he almost fainted. The ass was better than any pussy he'd ever had, and she slammed back into his dick as Faith moaned and groaned and grinded her young pussy against his face. His dick flared and he exploded inside Lacy's ass and it was the hardest he had ever nutted before!
Chapter Forty-Two
Fed Up
What seemed to Butterfly like the other side of the world, was actually Seattle, and she was whisked off to a banquet by a Senator who patronized the escort service that Atwater had set up called: Washington's Choice High-End Escort Service. It was clear now that Atwater had somehow converted her into a high-class call girl, because she was encouraged to sleep with the past five clients they had gathered intel on. These clients would be extorted by the week’s end.
The banquet was immaculate, but the ceremonies were boring with a lot of brownnosing and ass-kissing.
But the threads Butterfly wore made her look the nicest she thought she'd ever look. She wanted to fall asleep in the soft material and dream about the love of her life, Atwater.
Everything up until now was hard work, and she had to stay positive to keep up with this facade. She wanted him to herself, and she was tired of sharing him with Shonda. She had to go weeks without seeing him, and it made her crazy! And it was always the same excuse that Atwater had: “Shonda’s pregnant, emotional, and she needs me right now.”
She downed her glass of sparkling champagne, and it took everything in her power not to spunk the whole night and fly back to DC on a red eye flight. How much of this would she have to take!
Butterfly longed to feel Atwater inside her. She loved when she hadn't had sex in days, which allowed for her ass to get as tight as a vise-grip. Atwater would slam his dick in her, and she'd bite her bottom lip. It felt like he was ripping her in two parts, and it was the height of ecstasy. She would throw her hips back as he ripped further away, and he'd squeeze the breath out of her when he gushed a milky river inside of her. Her head would feel like it was going to pop as he ram
med, jerked, squeeze and drained himself inside of her. His dick and his words were ten times better than any drug she had ever done, and she could lie in her bed alone all night and the hours would slip away as she thought about him. She had to re-cross her silky shaven legs because she felt her insides quiver at the thought of it all.
Butterfly was tired of this! She felt crazy without him and couldn't take the fact that he shared his life with somebody else that wasn't her . . . and . . . and . . . and . . . she wanted him to herself. Foolishly she was in love and nothing could change that. She only wanted all the money that was pouring in to help him manifest the dreams he held so dear to his heart.
Butterfly was twenty-one now, and her life up until that point had been something she hated. Everybody had judged her, and the more she thought about it, it was just because she had a dick! The hate she had for her dick made her certain that her past thoughts about getting a sex-change were etched in stone. It was something she’d do as early as next month.
There Was Nothing Atwater Couldn’t Do…
Two days after Atwater had got his hands on the tape of the federal judge, he had set up an appointment with one of the most powerful mob bosses out of Chicago.
Atwater, Tyler, and their crew had rented a private jet and had flown to Chicago where they were chauffeured to a mansion in the suburbs.
Atwater's party of ten was escorted to a conference room in the mansion where an Italian Boss, whose name was Joey Bispucci, sat behind a desk. He was strikingly handsome, but he had the eyes of a killer, which Atwater noticed immediately. He was surrounded by security guards, an attorney, and other wise guys who were all dressed in expensive suits.
Once Atwater was seated, Joey asked, “So you're saying you can help my uncle Pauli?” Joey's question was full of sarcasm, and if Atwater was bullshitting, none of his crew would leave alive. His uncle Pauli was serving a double life sentence at ADX, and if the highest paid attorneys in the nation couldn't get his uncle out, how could this fucking moolignon get him out?