Hersband Material 2: Jailhouse Butch (The Cartel Publications Presents)

By C. Wash

After getting sentenced for a crime of passion she did commit, Mystro Mason finds herself in the Washington Alley Prison for Women. Desiring nothing more than to be left alone, she runs into Constance “Bruiser” Patterson, a jealous career felon with nothing but hate in her heart and time to annoy her.

After a Chance meeting in the visiting hall, Mystro finds herself being forced to defend her honor. Before long, as she’s so blind with revenge, her whole world spirals out of control and she brings Baby Dom along for the ride.

Unfortunately for Mystro, doing time becomes the least of her troubles.

Hersband Material 2 punches the heart with all the things that you loved about the original and so much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cartel
• Release date: Sep 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781948373869

Book preview

PROLOGUE

The room was stuffy and hot.

Only the sounds of dripping water could be heard. The other sound was deep breathing and an elevated heartbeat.

Everything happened so fast.

But if she could go back and do it over again what would be different?

As she stood there trying to get a solid rhythm in her breath, in her heart, she contemplated what was her next step.

Standing over the body she needed a plan and she needed one now.

If she ran, there was no guarantee someone wouldn’t see her. In her condition she was sure they wouldn’t understand. But if she stayed, how would she get out of this?

She needed a miracle.

While realizing that she was undeserving.

What the fuck am I gonna do now? She said out loud to herself.

The only thing she could think to do at the moment, pray.

God, you know my heart. You know I didn’t mean for things to go this way. If you see fit to get me out of this predicament, I will never be put in it again. Amen.

Before she could complete making the sign of the cross over her chest, the door opened.

She swallowed the lump that bulged in her throat.

Who she saw next made her heart skip ten beats faster, making her feel close to death.

CHAPTER ONE

MYSTRO

3 MONTHS EARLIER

Mystro placed both hands on each one of Breezy’s ass cheeks as she licked around her asshole like an ice cream cone. Her stomach lay flat on the bed with her ass high in the air as Mystro went to work.

Breezy was so turned on her pussy dripped in anticipation. It felt better than amazing, and she wished the moment lasted forever.

Mystro decided to stop teasing her and fully engulfed her clit. She sucked it hard and then softer from the back which sent chills all over Breezy’s body. When she let out a moan, Mystro knew she was on the verge of cumming.

Turn that ass over. Mystro instructed as Breezy obeyed. This was her playground, and she was in complete control.

Feeling the moment, Breezy turned onto her back with her legs spread open.

The perfect view.

Mystro took in her body first before she made a move. She certainly looked good enough to eat. She looked down into Breezy’s eyes and then, when she was ready, lowered her head.

Breezy grabbed her ankles and anticipated feeling Mystro’s tongue again.

She didn’t disappoint.

Mystro placed her warm mouth over her pussy and softly licked her clit. Breezy’s body heated up and she knew her orgasm was quickly approaching.

Mystro knew it too.

She could feel her body vibrating.

Suddenly, without warning, Mystro placed her right hand up around Breezy’s throat and began to squeeze. As she choked her neck, she stiffened her tongue and sucked her clit to ensure that she would cum hard.

Breezy was in ecstasy.

On the brink of her nut, Breezy moaned and gripped Mystro’s braids.

Mystro didn’t stop.

She continued her oral attack until she felt Breezy’s cum saturate her tongue.

In between the tongue flips, she looked up to catch Breezy’s face because she loved how she bit down on her lip when she came hard. But instead of Breezy, she saw her ex-girlfriend Church’s face.

Mystro jumped up frightened, not knowing what was happening.

There was a devious look in her eyes. Church lay there and motioned with her index finger for Mystro to come back and finish.

Mystro shook her head to try and make Church disappear.

She didn’t.

Instead, Church started laughing and playing with her pussy.

Mystro was having an out of body experience. Slowly she backed up and looked around the room and noticed a body lying on the floor.

Where was she?

What was happening?

She slowly approached it.

When she stood over top of the body, she was looking down at Breezy’s face who appeared to be dead. She had blood coming from a bullet wound in her chest. And looked grayed over.

Mystro fell forward and grabbed Breezy’s face before letting out a loud scream.

When she felt her heart trip, as her mind returned to reality, she jumped up out of bed.

She was having a nightmare.

Relieved, she flopped back down on the bed and fell onto her back. She was trying to catch her breath while she wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck.

As Mystro tried to calm herself, she ran her hand through her short curly hair and observed her surroundings.

Her eyes rolled all over her cell before they settled on her celly’s bunk above her. Reality hit hard. She remembered exactly where she was, still in prison for killing her cheating ex-girlfriend.

Almost a year ago, Mystro walked in on her ex, Church, while she fucked her boyfriend in Mystro’s apartment. She shot her and for that crime she was locked up.

Her world destroyed.

While still trying to gather herself, Mystro smelled the foul scent of her cellmate, Logan’s, fart that seemed to take over the tiny space.

She put her t-shirt over her nose and got out of her bunk. Slowly, she walked over to the mirror attached to the sink and stared at her reflection.

Her eyes roamed over her face and down to the tattoo on her chest. She shook her head at the fact that it displayed Church’s name surrounded by angel’s wings and realized how it looked like a remembrance tat. Why hadn’t she noticed that before now.

She shook her head and decided that the first chance she got, she would have it covered up. She didn’t need any more reminders of that broad.

Never again. Mystro said to herself softly while she looked in the mirror.

You the one let a hoe get in your head and get you fucked up. Logan said groggily to her from her bunk. She swung her long red braids out of her face.

Logan was a white girl who shared Mystro’s cell. She was short and thick with a huge personality.

Mystro focused on her. Slim, I ain’t ask for your opinion. And what the fuck you been eating? You got our whole house smelling like chitterlings.

Logan laughed and ignored her comment. Because she wasn’t about to hold her gas for no one. I told you these bitches ain't shit! If you keep letting them, they will fuck your head up every time.

Leave it, Lo.

Let me ask you something, how come you never try to have fun? I mean I know we up in this bitch locked up, but you gotta make the best of this shit.

Logan, we ain’t at summer camp and I ain’t here for all that. The only thing I’m focused on is my appeal. I’m trying to get out of here and regain a sense of peace. In the meantime, I'm doing what’s in front of me and keeping my head down.

But I’m–.

Fun ain’t in the equation for me. Mystro schooled. Ain’t nothing about my circumstance or life fun.

My, that time will be a lot harder and a lot longer if you don't find a way to get through it.

Mystro looked down.

You know I can get my hands on whatever you need so take advantage. Logan continued. Nothing is too big or too small. If you want McDonald's, I got you. I know you like books, I can get ‘em, but figure out something. Trust me, you're gonna need it.

Mystro took a brief pause and chose her words carefully. I appreciate the advice; I really do but don't worry ‘bout me. I'm gucci.

That’ll be a little harder, but I can get you that too. Logan laughed.

Mystro shook her head.

Suddenly, they heard a loud buzzing sound and the cell door popped unlocked and a guard pushed the door open.

Mason, it's time to head out. C.O. Michael said as he stepped inside the cell.

Okay, here I come. Mystro grabbed her toiletries and bath towel and headed out the door with the guard.

I meant to tell you; I like the haircut. Looks good on you. My wife wants to cut her hair but I’m not with it. No way is she gonna walk around looking like no dyke. C.O. Michael stated before he cut his eyes to Mystro. No offense.

Mystro didn’t say anything as the two continued to walk down the quiet hallway.

She was certainly a Dom of few words.

It was early in the morning and all the inmates were still locked in their cells.

Mystro worked in the kitchen, and she had to prep the food before chow time. Although Mystro dreamed of being a chef, cooking for hundreds of prisoners was not what she had in mind.

She made a mental note the next time she envisioned her goals in life she had to be more specific.

I really didn’t mean anything by that, Mason. My fault. C.O. Michael continued feeling bad about his comment.

Nah, it’s cool. She said with furrowed eyebrows.

Uh, so what's on the menu for this morning? He asked, placing a hand on his protruding stomach.

Same old shit, powdered eggs, frozen potatoes, breakfast meat, and toast. I'll be so glad when we get the new kitchen order so I can add some variety.

Oh nah, from what I’ve seen you do, you know how to whip up fire from scraps. Some of the meals you come up with in here taste better than shit I get on the outside. C.O. Michael confessed.

Thank you, man. I really appreciate that.

No problem. So, where’d you learn to cook that good? He asked as they continued to the destination.

I had a dream of being a chef. But when I landed in here, it appeared that my dream would never come true. It’s real funny how things come to fruition, especially when you have time on your hands, literally.

C.O. Michael chuckled.

I never got a chance to go to culinary school, but I spent hours looking up classes and taught myself a lot.

Yeah, but to run the kitchen here I know you needed experience so how’d you swing it?

"You right, the warden wasn’t trying to let me cook at all, but I begged