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“Oooh, that sounds good. Where’s Miss FeFe today?” She tells me she’s runnin’ late just as Miss Messy’s walkin’ through the door with Jasper and Stax right behind her. I eye Miss Pasha. “Oh, here she is now. And ya man.”
She glances over at the door, narrowin’ her eyes, then goes back to finishin’ up Miss Cute’s hair. “Ooh, boo, what’s ya name, again?” I ask Miss Cute.
“Bianca.”
“Oh, yes. I saw you at Miss Pasha’s weddin’ hugged up on some real fine, chocolate, man meat.”
She smiles. “Oh, thanks. That’s my soon-to-be husband, Garrett.”
“Boo, he’s fine. I hope you doin’ him right.” I glance over at Miss Messy. “ ’Cause if not, there’ll be some other ho tryna do him for you.”
“Mmmph,” the Rhodesia chick chimes in. “I know that’s right. And every ten seconds there’s a new ho emergin’ from the shadows waitin’ to strike.”
Miss Bianca chuckles. “Girl, trust. I already know. But I don’t worry about stuff like that. I take care of my man well. And he takes care of me. I make sure that the only ho my man ever has the time or energy for is me. I make sure to keep a smile up on his face every day.”
“Sugah, boom!” I say. “That means nothin’. A greedy niggah still gonna creep with the next ho.”
She continues, “And that’s why you gotta know how to keep him greedy for only you, hon. ’Cause if not. He is definitely gonna stray. The difference between me and most women is, I embrace my ho-ism. And trust me, I’m willin’ to out-ho the next ho when it comes to satisfyin’ my man, although I do have my limits. And he has his. The biggest thing is respect, girlfriend. And, like I always say, there has to be honor among us hoes.”
I chuckle. “Oooh, yes. Honor amongst the hoes, goddammit. Now that would cut down on a lotta beatdowns, smashed windows, and court hearin’s.”
Those in earshot laugh.
“Oooh, what you say?” Rhodeshia says to me. “And I’m sure you’ve had to toss a few in your day.”
“Oh, nooo, Miss RhoRho. I ain’t ever toss a ho over no man, boo. There’s too much horny, hard dingaling out there for me to be cryin’ ’n fightin’ over some man. Boo, I keeps it real. I’ll let a ho know in a minute, I don’t want her man. Just his hard cock and what’s in his wallet. Shit, she can have what’s left of his ass.”
More laughter.
“Personally,” Miss Pasha says as she’s clippin’ the Bianca chick’s hair and cuttin’ her eye over at Jasper and Miss Messy choppin’ it up at the front desk. “If the niggah’s that greedy, then he needs to move onto the next ’cause at some point you just not gonna give a damn anymore.”
I raise a brow, tootin’ my lips up.
“Girl,” Miss Bianca cosigns. “I know that’s right. Hopefully, you don’t have that problem.”
“Mmmhmm, let’s hope,” Miss Pasha says, shootin’ me a look, then glancin’ over at Jasper. I catch Stax lookin’ over at us, then peep Miss Pasha shiftin’ her eyes.
I eye Jasper’s ass as he finally strolls his way over toward Miss Pasha’s workstation, leavin’ Stax and Miss Messy up front. “Yo, wassup,” he says, steppin’ up on Miss Pasha and kissin’ her on the neck. I swear I think I see her cringe. But, you know I ain’t one to assume shit, so I dismiss it.
“Yo, wassup, Cass?”
“Niggah, boom,” I say, rollin’ my eyes at him. “With ya lyin’ ass.”
He laughs. “Yo, for real, ya ass’s shot out.”
“Uh-huh, whatever.” I turn my back to him. “Miss Pasha, girl, I’m goin’ up front with Stax and Miss Messy. Let me know when you ready for me.” I walk off, shakin’ every inch, every nook, and every goddamn cranny of my ass.
Stax grins when he sees me comin’ ’cause he knows I’m about to rub up on all his goodness, although I really wanna be rubbin’ up on that dingaling. “Yo, wassup, Cass?”
I suck my teeth, givin’ him a hug and pressin’ my body into his. “Niggah, quit. You already know. But you all scared.”
He laughs, huggin’ me tight. I catch Miss Messy as she tries to roll her eyes on the low. You know I’ma bring it to her! But, I’ma keep it classy for a bit. “Heeeey, Miss FeFe,” I say, steppin’ outta Stax’s strong arms. Oooh, this niggah makes me sick, goddammit!
“Hey,” she says, dryly.
“Yo, I’ma slide to the back and holla at Pash and the rest of the ladies. I’ll holla at you later, Felecia.”
“Okay, cool,” she says back.
