Pink Butterfly (2 page)

This time, with full confidence, Jeff walked, almost stomping into the kitchen, grabbed the same knife as before and headed back to the door to the staircase. With almost a skip in his step, he scrambled down the steps with knife in hand, looking for anyone he could find. Now he wanted to confront someone, anyone.

He scanned the finished basement of what looked like a second living room, and spied a slightly open door with steam rolling out. In a rage, he walked over to the door and opened it revealing a large clear shower enclosure with two blurred adult figures embraced in a sex act behind the glass. Neither one of them noticed the door opening, so they continued to pound away making grunting sex noises.

Jeff stood there, in shock, watching them go at it. It was like watching a train wreck, he couldn’t look away. He noticed a toilet in the room and for a second thought about flushing it to see how they would enjoy a very hot shower, but found himself almost paralyzed staring at the blurry couple. It didn’t take long for Jeff to realize that Laurie was the one getting pounded because he knew how she moved and what she liked and this was one of their favorite positions when they fucked in the shower. He figured this was probably her idea and wanted to share it with her boy toy from work.

Now he was pissed. In a rage, Jeff walked into the bathroom, over to the shower enclosure and opened the door. Before him was the ass of the man who was pounding his wife in a modified doggy style position dripping water with his balls flopping front to back. Jeff grabbed the man’s scrotum with his left hand and with the knife in his right, sliced off the ball sack and tossed it at the back of Laurie’s head splashing her with blood. The now neutered man pulled out his penis from Laurie’s pussy and spun around to face Jeff who now plunged the knife into his chest and yanked down hard trying to rip his lungs apart. Jeff was surprised at how much of a fight this guy was putting up thinking he would fall over dead, like in the movies; but the injured man grabbed for the knife and tried to pull it out while Jeff continued to push it in as deep as he could.

Laurie screamed and squatted down at the bottom of the shower getting out of the way of the two men fighting with the knife. She was covered with a mix of water and blood. Jeff kicked at the man’s leg and tripped him, sending him falling on top of Laurie with a thud. She screamed again and Jeff lunged into the shower this time stabbing repeatedly at the man’s neck and chest filling him with holes and draining his blood into the shower drain.

After a few rage filled moments, Jeff backed off and stepped out of the hot water streaming from the shower to see what he had done. The man, still alive rolled over on his side and gasped for air. Laurie sat silent looking up at Jeff with her eyes wide open and tears running from her face. Jeff looked down upon his wife with disgust on his face and shook his head in anger.

“How long?” Jeff asked.

Laurie pretended she couldn’t hear over the sound of the shower so Jeff reached in and turned off the water. “How long have you been fucking this guy?” he shouted. She didn’t answer. “What is his name?” he shouted again.

Laurie covered her eyes with her palms and rested her head not saying a word. Jeff kicked the gurgling man with his foot and got no response. “Mother fucker!” he yelled and kicked him again. “Got fucking blood on my shoes.”

Laurie continued to be silent and cover her face not answering Jeff’s questions. It was like she was trying to pretend this never happened. Jeff continued to glare down at her naked, wet, blood covered body and dangle the knife by his side.

“Are you going to kill me?” Laurie asked meekly.

“I don’t know what I’m going to fucking do Laurie,” Jeff answered. “But you better start talking. Who is this dead fucker and how long have you been screwing him?”

“Kill me too,” Laurie responded, not what Jeff was expecting to hear.

“You’d rather die than tell me who this guy is?” Jeff asked. “I’m going to find out eventually, is that worth dying over?”

Laurie removed her hands from her eyes and pushed the dead man off her feet allowing her to reposition herself. “Help me up,” she asked holding out her hand to Jeff.

“Not until you answer my question.”

“Does it matter?” she replied crying. “You caught me, and now he’s dead.”

“Are you some sort of call girl on the side? Are you a hooker?” Jeff asked. “Do you know his name?”

Laurie looked away in shame and wiped the snot from her nose. “I’m not a hooker,” she replied gritting her teeth.

“Then what the fuck are you?”

“I’m your wife,” she replied.

“Don’t play stupid with me.”

“I don’t have to answer your stupid questions, so either kill me now or let me get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here.”

11:30

The parking lot at the Pink Butterfly gentlemen’s club was filled to capacity with the exception of a few open spots at the very back by the rear door trash bin. Jeff pulled his car in, put it in park, turned off the lights and got out. It was still a very warm night, and Jeff was still a bit drunk from the time he had spent at the last bar he visited a few minutes ago. Seems he was having a hard time getting over killing his wife’s lover and disposing of her.

The walk to the front door was a tipsy jaunt, the colorful neon signs blinking from the covered windows inside the club. Jeff was the only person outside the club but kept a keen drunken eye on anyone that might come out of the shadow’s to take him down and rob him. This wasn’t a club he had been to before so he wasn’t sure what he was in for tonight.

The sign on the front door said ‘Open 5pm till 4am Thursday through Saturday’ and a smile crossed Jeff’s face knowing he had a place to stay for a while. It did piss him off a little that alcohol couldn’t be served here, but was here for the entertainment; lots of hot naked women dancing for his pleasure.

Jeff opened the glass door and almost jumped out of his pants when he heard the booming male voice yell, “Twenty dollars.” He turned to his left and saw a fat, unshaven, pig of a man standing behind a small glass window with a slot at the bottom to exchange money.

“Sorry,” Jeff said. “I didn’t see you there,” he added, digging a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and pushing it under the glass to the fat man on the other side. The fat guy slid a free lap dance coupon back to Jeff. He stuffed it in his pocket, then turned back around and opened the next glass door that led to the long hallway to the stage. The bar was dirty and dimly lit with pounding dance music blaring over the speakers. On the walls were pornographic pictures and flat screen televisions showing pornographic videos on the screens.

On the way to the main stage, Jeff stepped around the various groups of shady looking characters that he was sure spent many a night at this club. Many of the men were fat, bald and ugly. They fit Jeff’s exact image of what a perverted pedophile would look like. He felt sort of sick for being in this place in the first place, that was until he got closer to the main stage. He spied a tall, thin stripper swinging from a pole with eight inch heels and boobs as perfect as heaven.

The main stage was lined with customers tossing dollar bills at the dancers’ feet to get their attention and bring them closer. Of the twenty odd seats surrounding the stage, only a handful were empty and the rest of the club was filled with men sipping on cola and orange juice, chatting with the other working girls who made their rounds between dances. Jeff didn’t want to sit at a table with people he didn’t know so he headed over to one of the empty seats that lined the stage and sat down. The girl on the stage took a notice of him and moved on to another customer who had tossed down a dollar tip. The dancer bent down, spun around and spread her ass allowing the tipster a nice long view of her pussy while she humped to the rhythm of music.

Jeff dug in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Fuck!” he said to himself, noticing he only had two fives and a twenty. He didn’t want to get back up and get change so he sat quiet for a while and watched the current dancer until her time was up.

The next song started and a new girl climbed up the steps to the elevated stage. She proceeded to wash off the brass colored pole with some Clorox handy wipes. This girl was dark haired, very pretty and had the ass of a Goddess. Once the pole was cleaned, the girl took off her top and began to dance with her extra high-high heels. Jeff was instantly infatuated with this girl and watched her until the first song was done. He again pulled out his wallet and grabbed a five dollar bill and held tight to it, waiting for the girl to take off her G-string.

The next song started and there were tips being tossed at the dancer’s feet from all directions. Seems this girl was very popular among the regulars and now Jeff was getting pissed that she might spend all of her time doing private dances on the other side of the stage. He quickly put the five dollar bill back into his wallet and pulled out his twenty, waiting for the girl to look in his direction. When she turned towards him, he waved the twenty and made sure she got a good look at it and dropped it on the stage in front of her. She was attracted like an ant to honey.

The dancer got down on all fours, scooped up the twenty dollar bill and placed it in Jeff’s lap. She signaled for him to watch her. She bent over, placed her head between his legs on the seat of his chair, and rolled over onto Jeff letting her legs flop over his shoulders. In an instant, a bouncer grabbed Jeff from behind and yelled, “You’re out of here!” and the girl climbed back onto the stage keeping the money in her hand.

“What the fuck?” Jeff asked standing up. “I didn’t do anything!”

“You put your face between her legs, that’s against the rules!” the fat bloated he-man bouncer yelled back.

“She flopped onto me!” Jeff yelled. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Get the fuck out!” the bouncer yelled, pointing down the hall towards the entrance of the club.

Jeff stood there dumbfounded looking around for someone to stick up for him. Nobody did, not even the dancer who was now shoving her tits in another man’s face. “I’ve been here five minutes, I want my money back then!” Jeff shouted.

“No, get the fuck out or I’ll call the cops!” the bouncer yelled back.

Knowing he had no recourse, Jeff let his shoulders slump and stepped away from the stage and walked back down the long hallway to the entryway where he paid his twenty dollar entrance fee. “I want my fucking money back,” Jeff said, this time more calmly.

“Shoving your face in the dancer’s pussy is a crime. I should hold you here and call the cops. Be glad I’m just kicking you out.” the bouncer said. The man behind the glass nodded in agreement and Jeff grit his teeth and shoved the door open to the outside and walked out pissed as hell.

A quick march back to his car gave Jeff some time to think. He pulled out his keys, clicked the trunk unlock button and watched it open with a pop. He then walked around to the back and reached back behind Laurie who was lying in the trunk sideways, tied up, squirming and still covered with dry blood lying in an arched position around the spare tire.

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” Jeff muttered, pulling a 12 gauge shotgun from behind the spare tire. He then picked up a box of shells from the trunk and emptied the box into his pants pockets, filling them with as many shells as he could carry. He held what was left of the box in his hand and used his elbow to slam the trunk lid back down, covering Laura again and muting her cries. Jeff always kept the shotgun loaded with a few rounds so he knew he didn’t have to load it before walking back into the club.

With a smile on his face and a skip in his step, Jeff, now less drunk walked back to the front door and kicked it open. He turned to his left, smiled at the asshole behind the glass and shot him in the face splattering the other side of the room with glass and his molten head. The prick fell to the ground in a heap and Jeff turned the other direction, pushing open the door leading to the long hallway.

It only took a few seconds for the crowd in the hall to notice the gun in his hand after hearing the shots. The patrons ran for cover, leaving the hallway free to walk down. At the end of the hall, Jeff entered the main room and confidently walked past the tables filled with customers and girls, up the steps and onto the stage where everyone could see him. The dancer currently on stage was humping a guy in his chair on the far side and didn’t notice Jeff until one of the front row customers brought him to her attention.

Jeff waited for the bouncer to come back and kick him out again. To his surprise he saw the dumbass approaching the stage from behind the D.J. booth. The music stopped and the crowd watched in shock as the bouncer stepped up the stairs towards Jeff, in some pseudo macho bouncer kind of way. Jeff raised his gun, pointed it at the bouncers head and waited until he was sure he noticed it.

The crowd gasped and someone yelled for the bouncer to stop, but in his testosterone filled man rage, the bouncer walked up onto the stage and approached Jeff, playing chicken with his life. Jeff, not the kind of man you play chicken with, pulled the trigger and shot the bouncer in the chest knocking him back down the steps onto his back. He seemed dead. Good enough for now.

Upon seeing the bouncer bounce down the steps on his back, the men in the crowd jumped from their seats and ran down the long hallway toward the door. The other men surrounding the stage in chairs sat petrified, scared to death they would be shot and didn’t move. Jeff motioned for them to leave as well and shouted, “Not the women! Just the men!” telling the strippers to stay put.

It didn’t take long until the Pink Butterfly was empty and eerily quiet. Not even a sound from the bouncer who was no longer breathing. Jeff turned and faced the three girls sitting on chairs by the wall waiting for his instructions. He let the shotgun rest in a more relaxed position and thought for a moment about what he wanted to do next. He didn’t come to the bar with a plan to start with and now he had to play the situation by ear. He assumed he had a good five minutes before the cops showed up, so he squatted down and sat on the edge of the stage facing the three scared strippers. The shotgun resting across his legs. “Now what?” he asked smiling at the girls.