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“Oh, okay, I see you one a them gangsta chicks.”
I smiled. “I’m from Brooklyn, nigga…thought you knew.”
“Let’s do this, then, pretty baby,” the stocky nigga said. “By the way, I’m Leo, and”—he pointed to this golden-brown nigga with light-brown eyes and light-brown curly hair—“this here is my nigga Bronze.”
I introduced myself and Chanel to ’em, then walked over and started rackin’ the balls. By now there was so much hype in the air ’round us that niggas and bitches had stopped what they were doin’ and were all comin’ over and standin’ ’round tryna see what all the excitement was ’bout. Once again, all eyes on me, bitches!
Then outta nowhere this fine brown-skinned nigga with spinnin’ waves said, “I got a twenty on them two fine shorties.”
The cornball nigga was tryna clown us.
“I’ll double that,” said this other nigga, laughin’, with a bunch of razor bumps under his chin and neck, lookin’ like a damn burn victim. The niggas were really tryna play us close. I shook my head. Then another one spoke up.
“Yo, fuck that. I got five beans on my mans ’n them. Word up.”
Okay, five hundred dollars wasn’t enough to get a bitch’s pussy wet, but it was a start. Me and Chanel glanced at each other, thinkin’ if we played it right, we was ’bout to house these muhfuckas for some major paper. Before you knew it, ’bout thirty muhfuckas was diggin’ in they pockets ready to get it poppin’. Most of ’em had they bets on the niggas, which was all good. Even a few bitches wanted in, but they rode with the dick. But them soft hoes and niggas were all pullin’ out peanuts. And I ain’t the one.
“What, that’s all you cheap niggas got?” I asked, openin’ up my Balenciaga bag and pullin’ out a roll of hundreds. “If ya pockets light, then say they light.” I smirked. “But don’t try ’n play a dime-piece like me.” I tossed the roll on the table. “Two rounds, double or nothin’.”
Some nigga named Skratch took the knot and tossed it over to Cash, who started countin’ it. When he finished, he started smilin’. “Well, my niggas…looks like ya’ll gonna need to come hard or go home. I got five G’s in my hand. Let’s make it do what it do.”
“Ah, shit…this gonna be like snatchin’ candy from a baby,” Leo said, laughin’ and lookin’ over at his partner. “Ya’ll sure you wanna lose ya paper?”
“That’s chump change, nigga,” I said, walkin’ over to the rack wall, gettin’ my stick. “Besides, even if me and my girl can’t really play, I’ma always be a winner, baby.” I winked at the nigga. Chanel walked over and stood in wait while some nigga tried to get at her. She igged his ass. The niggas were tryin’ hard to keep they eyes off our asses, but we was killin’ ’em. I threw an extra shake in my hips, just to fuck with ’em.
Chanel sucked her teeth. “You always draggin’ me into some shit. Hand me a stick, bitch.” I held in my laugh.
Leo broke strong, and that’s all she wrote. Four balls clanked in. The niggas were stripes. We were solids. A few niggas were talkin’ and laughin’ but most of ’em had they eyes pressed up on the game. Niggas had cheddar ridin’ on the table and didn’t wanna miss shit. The rules were simple: call ya pockets, two rounds, winner takes all.
Tie-breaker if each team lost one round.
He sank two more balls, then missed. I handed Chanel my bag. Took my stick and leaned in, spread my legs and bent over, givin’ muhfuckas a ringside view of my fatty. Yeah, I was fuckin’ with ’em. I pointed to the corner right pocket with my stick, then licked my lips real sexy-like. I took my eye off the table for a hot minute and caught the stares of a few niggas eye-ballin’ me. I made one shot; missed the other.
“Bitch,” Chanel snapped. “You know ya ass can’t play this damn shit, and we ’bout to lose.”
Bronze laughed. “It’s cool, baby,” he said, chalkin’ his stick, “we don’t mind takin’ ya money. I’ll even buy ya drinks the rest of the night.” He gave his boy some dap, then slayed the rest of the game. Niggas was gettin’ real amped. “Rack ’em up, baby.”
I bit my lip. Chanel sucked her teeth. The nigga Leo broke again, strong. This time only three balls went in. Again, the niggas were stripes. He sank one ball; missed the next.
Chanel took her stick, picked up the chalk, then asked, “What’s this for?” Niggas and bitches started laughin’. She shrugged. “What?”
“Bitch,” I snapped, “just try ’n hit a damn ball in. And we’re solids.”
“I know, I know. Damn.” She leaned in, let her titties smile at all the happy niggas, then sank a ball in. She jumped up, actin’ all excited ’n shit. The bitch had the niggas goin’. They was really lookin’ at us like we were two dumb hoes. She re-chalked her stick between her shots, rockin’ the table. Niggas started shiftin’ ’round, bitches started grinnin’. “Eight ball, corner pocket. Oh, I’m so nervous.” I wanted to bust out laughin’ at her theatrical ass. She stood straight, shook out her hands, took a deep breath, then leaned back over.
My eyes swept across the room, checkin’ the niggas. I peeped the way Cash was lookin’ at Chanel like he was ready to throw her ass ’cross the pool table and deep dick her down. The nigga even grabbed at his dick a few times.
“C’mon, girl,” I said, “you can do it.” My lips broke into a wide smile the minute the shiny black ball sank. We jumped up and down, screamin’, actin’ all hyped ’n shit. “Rack ’em up, muhfuckas,” I said. Chanel unpinned her ’do, shakin’ out her thick, curly hair, then ran her fingas through it. The way she did it was sexy as fuck. I looked around the room again and noticed a few niggas’ jaws were tight. I smiled again.
“Good game,” Leo said. “Let’s see how lucky ya’ll get now.”
I laughed, shakin’ my ass over to the table. A few niggas was tryna get my attention with they eyes, but I igged ’em. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, chalkin’ my stick. I shook out my hands, closed my eyes real tight, then stared at the table.
“Oh, yeah,” I heard someone say, “ya’ll niggas got this. Chick’s game is whack.” A few niggas snickered.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, cuttin’ my eyes over at him. “And so is ya dick game, m
uhfucka.” Niggas started clownin’ him. That shut his dumb ass up. I took a deep breath, then made a strong-ass break. Four balls scattered in.
