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“Oh no, girl, I don’t need all the extras today.” I run my hands over the sides of my hair. “The peas in the kitchen ain’t poppin’ yet, so I’m good. I just need these hands and feet handled.”
One foot forward, standin’ in a pair of six-inch Manolos, I profile for the two hatin’-ass hoes sittin’ in the waitin’ area who’ve been starin’ me down since I walked in. I feel like turnin’ around and tellin’ them to eat my ass out, but I ain’t tryna get ugly up in here today. One of ’em I know from the Crack House; the other I’ve never seen before. Either way, I know the bitches are over there talkin’ sideways about me. And I don’t give a hot goddamn!
I glance over my shoulder at them, shootin’ them both a look to let ’em know that I see ’em watchin’ me. I let my grey crocodile Bottega Veneta hang in the crook of my arm, then shift my weight from one foot to the other, archin’ my back so that my juicy ass is all popped out ’n puffy for ’em. Bitches wanna stare, then I’ma always give ’em somethin’ to stare at. I smack my ass in their faces for effect, then swivel my neck back to Felecia. “Ooh, Miss FeFe, I see y’all have special seatin’ for the hoe’s club up in here today.” I gesture my head over in their direction. “But I’ma let ’em get their hate on without any drama from me.”
She shakes her head. “Girl, I can’t with you. Not today.”
I toss my long Pocahontas braid. “Well, let me go to the back and say hi to Miss Pasha. Call me when they . . . ” my voice drifts when the door opens and in walks Jasper and two of his cousins, Stax and Jaheem. They look more like brothers than cousins. And all three of them are fine and crazy as shit. Jasper’s dark chocolate self is lookin’ mighty tasty. And so does Jaheem. But the niggah who really gets my juices percolatin’ is Stax’s sexy ass. Six-feet-six of muscled milk-chocolate. Mmmph. I’d fuck that niggah and swallow his babies for free. Yes, lawd. Plus I heard he has a big-ass dick and huge cow balls. And a big-dicked, big-balled niggah is always a nice treat.
I swallow back drool.
They speak to all the chicks sittin’ in the waitin’ area, practically poppin’ they titties out for attention. “Wassup, Felecia?”
“Ain’t nothin’,” she says. “How you?” I eye her as she talks to him. Felecia’s a real sneaky bitch. Pasha better watch her ho ass around Jasper ’cause if she hasn’t fucked him, she definitely wants to. I can smell her wet, horny pussy way over here. She can front if she wants. But I know that lil’ skinny dick niggah, Andre, she’s so in love with ain’t hardly fuckin’ her right.
Jasper eyes me. “Yo, wassup, Cass? Ain’t seen you in a minute. What’s good wit’ you? I see you still laced up.”
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?You know how I do it, boo. Keepin’ it real classy ghetto.”
Jasper laughs. “I heard that.”
I eye Stax. He grins at me as I lick my lips. “Yo, you mad funny. Wassup, Cass?”
I walk up on him and run my finger along his forearm. “Oooh, you don’t even wanna know, boo. But I can show you better than I can tell you.” I cut my eye over at the hater squad, then back to Stax. If Stax’s a dog, he keeps his shit real low key ’cause I’ve never heard about it. But these other two—Jasper and Jaheem . . . mmmph, dog central! The niggah Jasper done ran through half of the hoes in Essex and Union Counties. And Jaheem ain’t too far behind him. Nasty, no-good niggahs!
Why Miss Pasha married Jasper’s ass still boggles my mind. I know his ass gotta big dick, like the rest of the niggahs in his family, but still . . . he ain’t shit. Felecia claims he beats her. And she’s scared of him. But I can’t see Miss Pasha lettin’ no niggah willie-whoppin’ her upside the head. But, then again . . . who knows what is goin’ on behind them closed doors?
Anyway, I don’t know how much of what Miss FeFe and her messy ass said is true since the bitch rattled that off after she had tossed back a round of drinks at the weddin’ reception. And that’s exactly why I’d never tell the ho my business. The bitch can’t hold her liquor or her tongue, and that’s a real live situation for me. Anyway, Miss Loose Lips made me swear to never repeat it. And so far I haven’t. But, if the bitch ever presses me wrong, I will. And I ain’t gonna do it behind her back. Oh, no, sugah-boo. That’s not how I do mine. I’m right up in ya goddamn face!
He laughs again. “Yo, Cass; for real for real, you shot out, baby.”
“Mmmph. I’m dead serious, Stax. You need to stop playin’ games, boo. Anyway, where’s ya crazy-ass baby momma at?” I had heard that he wasn’t fuckin’ with her ghetto ass anymore. But shit, that don’t mean he ain’t still fuckin’ her when his dick gets hard and horny.
“You know I don’t fuck wit’ Mariah like that no more.”
“Oooh, for real. Mmmph. I had no idea. What she do? Don’t tell me you caught her out there with her other baby daddy ’cause I ran into them over the summer in Times Square, lookn’ real lovey-dovey.”
He frowns. “Oh, word? Nah; that’s news to me.”
“Oops. I ain’t one to gossip so you ain’t hear that from me.”
“Nah, it’s all good. It is what it is. She can do her. Like I said, I don’t fuck wit’ her like that, so it’s whatever. We just cool for my daughter, feel me?”
I keep flirtin’. “Oh, you have no idea how bad I’d love to feel you, boo. Now I know for sure you need to let me nurse ya love wounds. I’ll have you feelin’ like a new man.”
Jasper shakes his head, laughin’. “Yo, Cass, word is bond, you my muthaeffen peeps, yo. You just don’t give a fuck.”
“Nope, why should I? Life’s too short to be fakin’ ’n frontin’.”
“That’s real shit,” he says back.
Jaheem speaks to Felecia, then eyes me up and down, rubbin’ his dimpled chin. “You lookin’ real good, Cass. I can’t get no love.”
The niggah grins and licks his lips. Damn him!
I toss my braid. “Of course I am. And no, you can’t get no love. Where’s your wife at?” I walk off before he can speak, leavin’ him, Jasper, and Stax eyeballin’ my bouncin’ ass as I walk toward the back. “Hey, Miss Pasha, girl,” I say, shiftin’ my handbag from one arm to the other.
