Butterfly Bitch! Page 10

  Revenge, Revenge, Revenge!

  Black was steaming! He was with his cellmate E after 9:45 p.m. during unit lockdown where all the inmates were locked in their cells until the following morning. Black was doing pushups to knock out some of the aggression he felt. “I wanna kill that pretty boy nigga!” Black slammed his mighty big fist in the palm of his other hand after he finished a clip of pushups. His well-defined chest muscles were teeming together in a tight knot that stretched the outer skin. He went down and knocked out another set of 120 straight pushups without stopping.

  “Yo, that bama ass nigga made us look real bad, Black. I want to personally get my knife in that nigga’s throat,” E said, who was sitting up in his bed. He was mad at Berry for not always being strapped and letting Raheem and Lazy Eyes get the jump on them.

  Black hopped up and his bare chest was sweating as he paced back and forth. Shit! he thought. He’d just spoken to the institution’s secret police and told them the information about Sosa that he got from Fraze. It was so easy to set that punk bitch beaner up by leading the police to his phone and thousand dollar watch. Black would have punished all the bitch ass Mexicans on the compound, but he was making too much money on the down low. Being that he was Grand Sheik, whenever an outside speaker of their faith came in to speak, Black made sure he was loaded down with nine ounces of heroin.

  Once the heroin was smuggled inside the jail, he could make upward of twenty grand a month. And because of the proximity of Schuylkill to DC and the ease and arrangement to get the shit in, Black would be a fool to get sent somewhere else by causing a riot.

  “Fuck!” Black exploded as he thought about finally having Butterfly’s sweet and fine ass to himself. He was so demented with having her as his wife that even if he would have had to ‘publicly’ step down as Grand Sheik, he would have done it willingly. His plan was to eventually keep Butterfly high off heroin and fuck her good every day until the bitch’s heart was his. And then and only then would he marry that bitch for all time to come. Of course, it only meant for as long as the both of them were incarcerated, but he knew that once a person was incarcerated they would always return.

  Black went down again to bust out another set of 120 pushups. He’d just gotten Sosa out the way and now Lazy Eyes popped up. God damn, how many other contenders were going to pop up on the radar? he thought. It would have been easy to have sent Berry and E over there to stab Sosa up, but Black was gonna need them for what he was doing with the heroin thing. The barbershop was where they stashed and sold everything, and after a week of officially being in business, the shit was already highly lucrative.

  He knew he had to take his time with Lazy Eyes. The nigga was a nut all right. Black couldn’t do anything rash that would fuck off what he had going on, and he couldn’t keep going to the institution’s internal police, because he didn’t need rumors traveling about him being a snitch. He’d have to wait until Lazy Eyes slipped up and then punish his ass. Then Butterfly would be left all to him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Prison Dreams

  Hey! You wanna get drunk?” Love had been standing outside of Butterfly's window during the ten minute move.

  Butterfly nodded yes and looked over at Brittany. The weekends usually consisted of leisure time for the inmates and newly released videos would be shown on all the flat screens in each unit.

  Minutes later, Love came in with a gallon of hooch that he had brought from his unit, and the three of them sat around eating and drinking.

  Since Britney didn't have to work, he made a delectable fruit salad, barbecue chicken, rice pilaf, and refried beans. All the items had been smuggled into the unit from the kitchen and would be cooked in the unit’s microwave.

  “Bad Breath Britney, time for you to bounce,” Love finally said, wanting an hour or two with Butterfly. But before Love had come in the unit, Butterfly had already told Britney to stay in the cell with her, because she wasn't doing anything with anybody. At least until she knew what she wanted to do about Black and Lazy Eyes.

  “This is my cell—hello!”

  “But I'm trying to get some of mommy right here.”

  “Not today, baby,” Butterfly said and she meant it. With what was running through her mind because of Black, she couldn’t think of much else as of late. Black scared the living god out of her, and no matter about the protection of Lazy Eyes, she was going to stay put in the unit.

  Her Latin lover, Sosa had been taken away. That Sunday morning she found out that he had put six thousand dollars on her inmate account. When Britney saw that, he just shook his head as they both laughed.

  When Love realized that she wasn't talking about anything, it was time for him to bounce.

  Once he left, Britney wanted to get out of the unit. He was drunk and he wanted to go to the gym.

  “Come on, girl. Let's get out of this unit.”

  “Ain’t nothing to do out there. And you know Black wants to kill me.” Butterfly had told Britney everything during the night.

  “So what. You can’t hide from him. Get your drunk ass up and let’s go.”

  They headed to the gym, and it was Butterfly's first time going. She didn't know the jail housed this many people. She thought she had seen a lot of people during chow, but there were tons of people she had yet to see.

  When she walked in the gym, every eye turned on her. The sexual charge was so powerful and thick, she could cut it with a dull knife. The guys who were playing basketball couldn't even concentrate on the game, because they were distracted looking at Butterfly in her shorts that were pulled tight into the crevice of her ass, and the T-shirt she wore went above her belly button and was knotted at one side of her waist. It was no way to explain to these sex-depraved men that Butterfly wasn't Rihanna coming to pay them a special visit. There was even hooting and hollering.

  “If that's a man—I'm gay, my nigga ‘cause I'd fuck the shit out of that bitch!” somebody yelled.

  “What, nigga! We already ran a train on that muthafucka, and the pussy and the head was the bomb!” another person from 4B responded.

  “You punk muthafucka. Why didn't you get me?”

  “Nigga, you was too busy working for Mr. Charlie.”

  Butterfly couldn't help but feel shy and sheepish and when she heard them calling the ten minute move, she begged Britney to take her back to the unit. All she could think of was Black lurking in some dark corner ready to jump out at any time. But when she turned, Lazy Eyes bumped into her and quickly whispered in her ear for her to go to the library's bathroom immediately.

  Butterfly acted perfectly normal and held her poise as if he hadn't said anything to her. She grabbed Britney's hand and told him to take her to the library, which he did.

  Once she went to the library, she headed straight to the bathroom where she waited while Britney sat at a table and kept watch.

  Moments later, Lazy Eyes came in primped and preened as only on a rare occasion, and his cologne could be sensed from afar.

  When he walked in, he took a minute to look at the tasty treat who was smiling from ear to ear. Lazy Eyes was most definitely her type, and she was instantly a girl of giggles and loose chatter in his presence.

  “Why you haven't been coming out? I've been trying to get at you for a minute?” Lazy Eyes asked. He was most definitely sweating her.

  Butterfly loved it a little too much! “I've been thinking about you too, baby,” she said as she ran into his arms and ran her tongue over his lips. Lazy Eyes acted as if he was still terribly mad that he hadn't seen her for what seemed like a year of endless longing.

  “I had a fool clean this bathroom, scrub the fuck out of this shit, and the chapel bathroom, waiting for you to come back and see me. So when we finally were together, we’d be in a clean ass place.”

  “I'm here,” Butterfly said, grabbing his dick and massaging it. And if he was mad before, he was hot and horny now.

  She kept kissing him, knowing that would make him truly happy. “
I want you to fuck me, baby,” she whispered and kissed his ear and his neck while massaging his dick.

  Lazy Eyes hadn't thought of anything for days on end that he'd spent without her and he hated it all the more. No girl had ever had him fucked up in the head as Butterfly had him, and he didn't know if it was just because he was in jail or not. But he dreamed of her, woke up thinking about her, and he could smell her scent everywhere he walked. He wanted to fuck her so bad his head was throbbing.

  “I don't want to fuck you,” he said, but it was a lie, and his face had betrayed him. Shit, he had already put his life on the line for her.

  Butterfly turned and brushed her ass against his stiff penis. She rocked back and forth while asking, “You sure you don't want to be inside this ass? Baby, it's cold outside, and I got thrice shelter, passion, and hearth.”

  Lazy Eyes had to laugh, but he really wanted to cry! He knew if he fucked whatever Butterfly was, woman/man, he'd be head over heels. And when he looked down, his dick was already head over toes.

  He grabbed her perfect 36Cs from the back and pulled her to him. “You want me to fuck you?” He grinded his dick into her ass and she moaned pleasurably and smiled seductively.

  “I want you to fuck me until you nut inside my tender ass. Butter my guts, baby.” Butterfly pulled her sweats down so Lazy Eyes could see what he was about to sink his teeth in, and her ass was perfect! Heart-shaped, full, and she didn't even have a pimple or a blemish. Her ass, completely hairless and a bowl of joy! It had a pronounced arch that tapered into the fall of her back, and her teeny-tiny waist, and the composition of her body would make Melissa Ford envious. Lazy Eyes had to bite his bottom lip from sheer disbelief!

  “You don't like what you see, baby?” Butterfly sounded like a sex-nympho, and she knew what she was working with. It was conceit in her question and thirst in her eyes.

  “Hell muthafuckin’ yeah!”

  “Drive that dick in me. You have a CDL to drive on these wet streets?”

  “Fuck no. I got an eighteen wheeler with no brakes.”

  “Oh god!” she said as she lightly giggled, loving to sex-talk while getting fucked.

  Lazy Eyes was prepared. He squirted Vaseline in his hands from a tube he brought with him, massaged it onto his dick and some into her ass. She wiggled into his fingers and one or two of his fingers slipped into her ass and she moaned. He was done waiting, he slammed his dick inside her, and she reached around and assisted him.

  “Go deep, baby. I can take all ten inches.” Butterfly opened her legs more and guided him deeper by pressing against him.

  He groped her tits, and he was scatter-brained as she crashed into his mid-section with her soft and virgin-feeling ass, and when she knew he was about to cum, she turned her head to the side and passionately kissed him as he drained his contents inside her and fell limp.

  With all the shit in the air with Black and Lazy Eyes, there was no way to tell when Butterfly was with Lazy Eyes. He made her feel completely secure, and his fuck game was bananas! She had most definitely made up her mind that it was going to be Lazy Eyes.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rendezvous Gone Wild

  Butterfly and Lazy Eyes had kept up their secret rendezvous every day for three weeks straight. He met her every night at the same spot, and sometimes they would meet earlier in the day at the chapel and then they'd go back to the library at night to finish off their incessant deeds.

  On one of these nights, after they had left the bathroom, he sat down and explained why he had to keep everything with her on the down-low. It was hard for Lazy Eyes to say what he had come to say next. It was something he had been thinking to say for as long as he had been messing around with Butterfly.

  “Look, we ain’t got a lot of time, but let me put everything out there so you’ll know where my heart is.”

  Butterfly was still sucking on Lazy Eyes’ neck.

  “Damn, you listening or what? And stop fucking with my dick.”

  “I can’t. I love that big fat dick.”

  “Hold up. I’m tryna come clean.” Lazy Eyes gripped Butterfly’s ass and sat her on the bathroom counter. “I ain’t like none of these ‘ho ass niggas. Whatever I do, I put my heart in it, and I don’t like this coward down-low shit.”

  “You coming out, baby?” Butterfly chuckled.

  Lazy Eyes smirked. “That does mean I’m a homo-thug. But it don’t matter, cuz’ whatever I do I stamp it with my thug insignia. But look, my shit is complicated. My wife’s father is here.”

  “What!”

  “I know. But when she be coming to visit me, all I can do is think about hugging, fucking, and kissing your fluffy ass lips.” By now, Lazy Eyes was smooching all over Butterfly’s face while she giggled and welcomed the wet nothings.

  What he told her was the truth. He was married, and his father-in-law was on the same compound with them. He hated the fact that he had to keep it on the down-low, because he wanted everybody to know that Butterfly was his bitch, and at this stage in the game, he didn't give a fuck who knew! But out of respect for his father-in-law, family, and wife, he tried to keep it on the down-low as much as possible.

  Butterfly, at the same time, had avoided Black, and whenever he sent Fraze to get her, she'd act as if she was sick with the flu or indisposed. There was always a reason, and she was lucky enough not to have had to go to commissary the past three weeks, or he would have impressed upon her the fact that he was still going to make her his wife.

  By now Butterfly was in love, and her love was mutually shared with Lazy Eyes, and unlike many, he was a real nigga and didn't give a fuck if she was born a man. She had the best pussy and head game he'd ever had, and she looked as good as his finest ‘hos. Fuck what a nigga thought, he'd reason.

  But secrets are seldom held, and on one velvet night, Lazy Eyes had eaten Butterfly's ass out. She had bought some X-lines from Tyrone, and she and Lazy Eyes did more than enough X-lines to take their already heightened sexual experience far higher, and make their sex intensely sensitive and devastatingly more gratifying.

  He slivered his tongue in and out of her sweet smelling ass and nibbled all around it. Then he grouped four of his fingers together and ass-screwed her.

  She loved it, but she preferred his big dick over tongue and vice. She turned around on the sink and sat her ass on the very edge of the counter, and he fucked her from the front and stuck his jellied tongue in her mouth as he fucked her brains out. His pounding was so mesmerizing that she had an orgasm inside the folds of her sweats and had another one minutes later as Lazy Eyes jammed faster inside of her.

  Gladly enough, Butterfly had a rare condition of being born with a micro-dick, which meant that her penis was a little over two-inches hard. In addition to the hormones she was given, she didn't have much at all, and when Lazy Eyes had first seen it, he laughed and said, “You wouldn't have been much of a man anyways. Women have bigger clits than that.” So there was no way he could tell that she was having an orgasm while he fucked her.

  Lazy Eyes was hitting her buttermilk ass hard and meaningful, and when they thought Britney to be vigilant and watchful, he was busy flirting with somebody at the copy machine, and somebody had slipped by them.

  The person who had slipped by Britney was a brother from the Nation of Islam. He opened the bathroom door and switched on the lights, and Butterfly's bare ass was in the air with ten inches pumping in and out of it.

  “What the fuck, nigga!” the brother from the Nation asked.

  “Shut the fucking door, muthafucka!” Lazy Eyes said, but he didn't dare pull out of that sweet ass.

  The brother from the Nation of Islam looked at the filth before him, and he slammed the door behind him!

  And over Butterfly's protest, Lazy Eyes wouldn't stop until he had finished.

  Chapter Twenty

  Visitation, Meaning Family Feud, And Love!

  The next day, Atwater went to work out with Craze-zo, and while they were working out, they h
eard the only talk on the compound, which was how Lazy Eyes got caught fucking the punk in the library bathroom. The brother from the Nation of Islam spread his discovery and demanded that the Baltimore Cart, which was a gang that Lazy Eyes ran with, check him into the SHU. But Lazy Eyes troubles weren't so easy to resolve. He had a peculiar situation because his father-in-law was on the compound with him, and he was surely going to find out.

  When Atwater and Craze-zo heard the details of the 'Romance of Dicks,' as Craze-zo styled it, Craze-zo felt that he was right for wanting to beat up Britney that night at the barbershop because he felt that, that would be the only way to prevent homosexuality: by checking in any 'faggot' that came out of the SHU. Of course Atwater agreed, because he didn't feel comfortable with the sexual urge that came over him when he was in Butterfly's presence.

  While Atwater was working out with Craze-zo, he heard his name called over the loud speaker, and when he went to the CO, he was told that he had a visit.

  He had to run back to the unit, shower, and put on his visiting clothes. He knew Shonda was on some surprise shit; but he didn't care.

  When he went out to the visiting area, there she was: fine, fresh, and fabulous. She wore a zesty orange Stella McCartney ankle-length dress and off-white YSL platform pumps that set out her 36-22-38 bust, bends, and curves. Her naturally black long and curly hair was in a flat twist-out much like Corinne Bailey Rae's coif.

  When Atwater saw her, he laughed, knowing she had scored a low-blow on him for her to surprise him with the visit and looking zesty, tasty, and relishing. But in her eyes was a valid apology for her having said that she had raised the kids all by herself. And this impromptu visit was more than warranted. They talked about everything, and she loved Atwater all the more. She shared with him how she had made a dinner for the kids and they didn't show. They were young adults who didn't have time for their mother.