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She chuckles. “I’ma label whore, sweetie. So, yes, I can spot the hotness a mile away. And can smell a fake even further. And that right there is official.”
“And you know this, Miss Cutie Boo. Yes.”
“Yeah, girl,” another chick says, sittin’ in Rhodeshia’s chair. “I was eyein’ that bag too.”
Pasha shakes her head. “Oh, y’all haven’t seen anything. This chile is the queen of handbags.”
“Yeah, and for a chick who don’t work,” Rhodeshia butts in as she parts her client’s hair down the middle. “You stay killin’ it.”
I frown. Oh, this bitch done crossed the line. She’s comin’ at me like we from the same block. “Wait a minute, bitch. You don’t know me like that. Ho, how you know I don’t work? You and I ain’t ever toss back drinks or suck down the same dicks so that says somebody been runnin’ they mouths about me. So I wanna know who you been sittin’ around talkin’ shit about me to?”
Pasha eyes me. “Cass, please, girl. Rho didn’t mean no harm.”
“No, Miss Pasha, girl. I don’t mean no harm, either. I want this ho to tell me how she knows I don’t work. Apparently she ain’t get the memo. But, I’ma give her a pass today.”
The Rhodeshia bitch quickly apologizes, then starts flappin’ out lies.” My bad, girl. I thought I heard you mentionin’ it the last time you were in here; that’s all. But, you’re right. I don’t know if you work or not.”
I shift my handbag to my other hand. “Bitch, lies. But you lucky I’m in good spirits today. Otherwise I’d be moppin’ that mirror with your face.”
“Thank God for small miracles,” Pasha says, wavin’ over one of her nail technicians who’s sittin’ at the nail booth.
“These hoes stay tryna do me.” I shoot Mis Rho-Ho a dirty look. “I know one thing, let me find out you and Miss FeFe been meddlin’ in my shit and I’ma turn the gas up on ya ass.”
“Wassup, Pash?” the skinny chick says. She’s wearin’ a buncha bright colors; a fuschia tie-die shirt that is tied in
a side knot showin’ off her bellyring. And some kinda lime-green, pink, orange, and purple wrap skirt. I glance down at her feet. Mmmph. Pink satin baby dolls.
“Trish, can you fit Cass in? She wants the lemongrass and ginger wrap.”
“Sure. I—”
I cut Miss Rainbow Bright off. “Wait a minute, Miss Pasha, girl. Don’t be pushin’ me off on no one. I don’t want Miss Fruity Pebbles doin’ me. Give me Anna. You know I ain’t lettin’ anyone fuck with my hands and feet.”
Miss Rainbow blinks.
“Cass, girl. I promise you. You’ll be in good hands.”
I tilt my head. “I know I will. That’s why . . . ” I pause as Jasper, Stax and Jaheem walk over to Pasha’s station. They speak to everyone. Every ho up in here tries to get cute and sexy with it. I eye ’em all like, “Bitches, please!”
I watch as Jasper walks over and kisses Miss Pasha on the cheek. And for split second I think I see her cringe. But I ain’t one to gossip. And I can’t be too sure if she did or not so I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ else about it. One thing Big Booty ain’t is messy, okay. So we gonna leave that alone.
“Yo, wassup Pash?” Stax says, foldin’ his thick arms over his chiseled chest.
Pasha smiles. “Nothin’ much, Stax. What’s up with you?”
“Chillin’, baby girl. You know how I do it.”
Baby girl? It’s how he says it that makes me raise a brow. Oh, and don’t think I don’t catch how he looks at her—how he always looks at her anytime I see the two of them around each other. Even at the weddin’, I caught him watchin’ her on the sly. Mmmph. Stax ain’t foolin’ no one. That niggah wants her ass. And he ain’t tryna give up the dingaling to any other bitch but Miss Pasha. And, yes, I’m hatin’ ’cause I want me some of that dingdong, too.
Pasha shifts her eyes, then speaks to Jaheem who’s too busy eye-ballin’ me. He speaks back. “I’m good, baby girl. How you?”
“As you can see, busy, busy, busy.”
“Yo, that’s wassup. I ain’t mad. Make that paper, fam.”
“Yo, let me holla at you real quick,” Jasper says, lightly tuggin’ on her sleeve. She tells him to give her a few minutes to get Miss Luscious under the dryer. I tilt my head and watch the bitch eyein’ Jasper, and how he’s eyein’ her back. Oh, no! He waits ’til Miss Pasha’s back is turned, then winks at her on the low. I scoot over and block her view of him. I don’t think so, bitch.
I narrow my eyes at Jasper, then look over at Pasha. I decide to turn up the switch ’cause I don’t like what’s goin’ down. “Ooh, Miss Pasha, girl, I see how Miss Cutie Boo over here’s eyein’ ya man. You might wanna hurry up and take him in the back before Miss Thingaling over here tries to slip him her number.”
