by Tiece
“What’s up, Sis?” Bianca spoke, sounding like she was already feeling good, too.
“Hey girl, where do we plan on meeting up at?” Kerry asked while applying some Flat Out Fabulous MAC lipstick on her juicy lips.
“Dips and Splits,” Bianca said with a chuckle.
“Dips and Splits, the stripper joint downtown?” Kerry asked with a frown on her face. She’d actually gotten beautified to go to Dips and Splits.
“Yes, Tessa works there now and I told her that we would come down and show her some support.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kerry asked, feeling like this had to be a joke.
“Lighten up, DAMN.” Bianca said, now feeling irritated. “You need to get out of the house. What better place to meet some men and or mingle than at a strip bar. If nothing else, they serve great drinks and they have the best hot wings in town.”
Kerry thought about it for a moment. Hell, why not? “Okaaaaay, fuck it. I’ve not been out in so long. Maybe, I need a change of scenery to get my shit together.”
“That’s my girl,” Bianca commented. “Meet us there in like thirty minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” Kerry said as they ended their call. She looked down at her Guess timepiece on her wrist. I can leave now. Hell, by the time I get there they should be pulling up. She thought. “If not, I’m going in to get a drink,” she said while grabbing her Michael Kors handbag and heading for the door. The minute she opened the door, Justin was standing there getting ready to ring the doorbell.
A long, awkward stare greeted him in the face as she stood there surprised that he had come by unannounced like that.
“Why the hell are you here?” She finally asked with an attitude.
“Buttercup, please don’t do me like this. You won’t talk to me. You won’t answer my calls or texts and then when I come over to get the kids, you’re not even home.”
“Why should I be? We’re done. The minute I ran into your lil bitch buying a pregnancy test it was over. You’ve lied over and over again like you weren’t even sleeping with her only for me to find out the hard way.”
“Just because she was buying a test didn’t mean that we’d been fucking like that as of lately,” he said. “She hasn’t had a period in a long time, because she got that shot in her arm or something.”
Kerry jerked her neck. “And, what that gotta do with anything. It’s obvious why she’s not having one now.”
“I’m telling you Buttercup, she’s been feeling queasy and tired. She even throwed up a few mornings, but this shit has been going on for the past couple of months that’s why she bought the pregnancy test.”
“Well, is she pregnant?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“She is,” he shamefully admitted.
This within itself hurt Kerry to the core. “Man, you are one lying son of a bitch. You never stopped fucking her, did you?”
“She and I haven’t had sex in over six weeks. That ain’t no lie. You’ve been satisfying me more than enough.”
“I can’t tell,” Kerry said, popping her lips.
“Listen, you know at some point that she and I were sleeping together. I mean damn, we live together. But, I’ve not been fucking around with her like that in a minute. This baby thing has caught me off guard, too.”
“Well, go be with your new family. I’m going to chill with mine.” She said, pushing him out of her doorway and walking out. As she stuck the key in the door to lock the top lock, she looked back at him. “By the way, where are my kids?”
“Mama wanted to keep them tonight.”
“Hm okay,” she said as she stepped off of the porch, leaving him standing there.
Justin stood there admiring her plump butt as she sashayed out to the driveway toward her new Lexus. She had on a pair of white short shorts with a hot pink, fitted blouse that showed off her small waistline. Her legs were to die for as she strutted in a pair of hot pink Jessica Simpson pumps. She stopped as she got to the driver door of her car.
“Are you gonna move your car or what? I got things to see and people to do.” She said with a light jerk of the neck.
“You got what?” He frowned. Kerry certainly had gotten a sassy attitude since she’d lost all the weight. Justin felt it had gone to her head, making her arrogantly crazy. He stepped off the porch and headed toward her as she stood there with her arms crossed like she was getting impatient. “You never come out the house in nothing this skimpy. Where are you going anyway with them short shorts on?”
“Non-ya,” she sarcastically answered.
Justin’s facial expression was of pure displeasure. “So, it’s like that, huh?”
“If you must know,” she said now just wanting to make him jealous. “I’m going to Dips and Splits with my sisters and we’re going to have a good time. Maybe I’ll meet somebody new while I’m out. Lord knows I need to.” She said, referring to the need to get over his ass.
“Dips and Splits,” Justin repeated like he was making sure that’s what she’d said. “You have gone crazy. I’ll let you have that one, though. Have fun,” he said with a nod of the head as he smoothly walked off. He got inside of his 2013 Camaro and backed out of the driveway, leaving skid marks as he hauled ass down the street.
Kerry got inside her car. She was hurt to know that he’d gotten his lil young bunny pregnant. The life that she once felt like they’d have until they grew old together was over and she would never take him back now. He’d caused too much damage and she was so over it. Mentally, she brushed off her shoulders and backed out of the driveway, determined to have a good time even if she didn’t want to.
Chapter 10
The first person to arrive at Dips and Splits was ShaKita as she entered the strip club, first being patted down, and then talking her way into the spot for free. The bouncers at the door enjoyed watching her long sexy legs and cute face while admiring a skimpy, Paige Denim, blue jean romper that she had on. It stopped right under her butt and the gold stilettos that she had on her feet only accentuated her sex appeal.
“Damn girl, you’re looking good tonight.” One of the bouncers said with a handsome smile.
“I appreciate that,” ShaKita said with a flirtatious smile back.
“You got a man?” The other bouncer questioned, eyeing her down with a seductive look.
“Matter of fact, I do.” ShaKita said, still smiling but that was her way of getting their asses out of her face. She had yet to tell Rocky that she’d left Coco, but she had plans of telling him sooner than later.
“Well, if he ever acts up just come back here and holla at your boy. I’d sure like someone of your caliber on my arm.” The other bouncer said.
“Come on in,” the first bouncer said. He knew that ShaKita wasn’t interested and neither was he. He just admired how sexy she was. “There is a minimum of three drinks, just in case you didn’t know. Being that you’re looking so good tonight though, I’ll let you slide on here without paying at the door. He said, directing her through another entrance of the strip club.
“Thank you very much,” ShaKita said, still smiling. She always had the charm of getting in any place for free; especially a club. Going to Dips and Splits wasn’t what she’d planned for the night, but if it would please Bianca then the strip club it was. She immediately stepped over to the bar and ordered two drinks off top.
“May I have two Gypsy Girls,” she said just ready to party the night away while looking at some nice, thick asses swinging on a pole.
“Gypsy Girls,” the bartender said with a smile. She already knew what this chick came in here to do. She immediately fixed the two drinks mixed with Gin, Tequila, Tamarind juice, and Lime juice. “Here you go,” she said.
ShaKita handed over her debit card. “Just hold on to that for me. I will be back.”
“I got’chu,” the cute bartender said. ShaKita grabbed her drinks. She walked past a few guys that were definitely checking her out as she headed to the back of the strip club, wantin
g to be closer by the dancers on the poles. There she found a booth seat for her and her sisters to parlay. She then messaged Kerry to see where she was. What she didn’t know was that inside the club, Coco was already laid back in a corner, sipping on her a few cocktails and watching her. Neither knew that the other would be there, but Coco wasn’t going to say anything. She just wanted to continue to hide out and spy on her ex to make sure that she wasn’t up to any good. It was still a part of her that felt like ShaKita wasn’t being upfront, but only time would tell.
Meanwhile, Kerry was just pulling up and parking in front of Dips and Splits. Her phone buzzed, indicating that she’d gotten a text message. I hope this ain’t Justin’s ass, because he’s about to get it. She thought, looking down at her cell phone to read the message.
Hey Sissy. Where are you? Kita
“Thank God,” Kerry said as she responded back.
I’m out outside about to come in. Kerry
A few seconds later, ShaKita was messaging back as Kerry checked her flawless makeup in the rearview mirror before exiting the car.
Ok good. I’m sitting in the back at a booth seat. Just head to the back, you’ll see me. Kita
K. Kerry
****
On the other side of town, Bianca was inside of her vehicle waiting for Lauren to come out of her house. “What the fuck is taking her so long?” She thought. They’d just hung up the phone and Lauren had told her that she was getting ready to come out, but that was damn near ten minutes ago. “Fuck it; let me go get this bitch.” She whispered, opening up the vehicle door and getting out. As she headed up to the front door she could hear arguing back and forth between Lauren and Rich, but mostly Rich. She quickly rang the doorbell at the same time as knocking. A minute later, Lauren opened the door. She was definitely dressed cute in a long pink and yellow printed Maxi dress, but she looked like she’d been crying.
Bianca instantly frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” she lied as Rich bent the corner with a sour look on his face.
“What up, Bianca?” He nonchalantly spoke.
Bianca just side-eyed the nigga, and then looked back at her sister. “Is this muthafucka fucking with you?” She questioned loud enough so Rich could hear her.
“Noooo,” she lied again. “We’re good. We were just having a lil disagreement.”
“You better be going where you say you’re going,” Rich muttered almost under his breath, but Bianca certainly heard him and pushed Lauren to the side as she entered the house.
“B, not tonight,” Lauren instantly said, attempting to stop her sister from fronting Rich.
Bianca walked straight up to him and pointed her finger in his face. “Uh, excuse me Rich,” she bluntly stated. “Do you have any children around here? My sister has a father, but his name is Roy Ware. Trust, me you ain’t him by a long shot.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Bianca,” he said slurring on his words. He was definitely drunk and she could smell the liquor reeking from his pores.
“To you nigga, that would be Mrs. Bianca,” she said to clarify things. “And again, you don’t run a muthafuckin’ thing around here, but yo drunk ass mouth.”
“Bianca,” Lauren called out like she was trying to save Rich’s ass. “Come on, let’s just go. He’s been drinking and this is so not worth it.” She tugged on Bianca’s arm, trying to make her leave. “You know Kerry and Kita are waiting on us.” Bianca thought about it for a split second, and then turned to leave with her sister not wanting to ruin the night.
“You better listen to your sister’s warnings,” Rich responded like he was the man. Bianca stopped in her tracks and went to face him once again. Lauren’s eyes grew wider, because Bianca was a for sure firecracker. There was not a man or woman alive that scared her and she didn’t mind giving a bitch the business. If a person was going to beat her ass then they’d have to show her first, and even then it would never be over fooling around with her.
Rich had certainly pushed Bianca’s buttons more than he knew as she started in on him again, but this time it was no holds barred.
“Listen, you po’ raised, no good, drunk, powder head, dead beat, ratchet ass bitch,” she said with menacing eyes just ready to smack the shit out of his ass. She’d put one hand in his face and the other hand was in her pocket. What he didn’t’ know was that the sharp switch blade in her pocket was about ten seconds from going across his face as she stood there almost as tall as him with a pair of six inch, metallic patent Manolo Blahnik heels on. She could already envision the blood splatter as she sliced his ass up. Her fitted designer jeans were stylishly cut up, so it was no more harm she could do to them as she stood there ready for war. “Let me tell you something. I don’t know what the fuck you got going on with my sister, but you need not think that you’ll ever disrespect me.” She continued.
“Maaaaan, go ‘head on with that bullshit,” he sluggishly said, trying to fan her off.
Bianca shook her head, knowing that Rich was about to get more than he’d bargained for messing with her. “Don’t get fucked up thinking that it’s sweet over here, because nigga I will fight yo ass like I’m a nigga. This rumble between us won’t be anything nice. I can promise you that!”
“B, please let’s just go,” Lauren cut in, trying to calm Bianca down while pulling her by the arm. She was no fool and she clearly saw Bianca’s hand in her pocket. Bianca was known to walk around with a switch blade or brass knuckles just for unexpected cases like this.
“B, please let’s just go,” Rich mocked Lauren with a light chuckle. “Listen to your sister. I ain’t got time for this,” Rich said, but he too was no fool. He’d heard about Bianca through a couple of people that knew of her. He realized that he could get away with running over Lauren, but Bianca was another case.
“Yeah B, come on. Kerry is messaging my phone now.” Lauren lied again, hoping to distract Bianca so they could leave. Thankfully, this worked. Bianca mean mugged Rich one last time and turned her back to leave.
“I don’t know why you’re with this ratchet ass nigga, anyway.” She said, looking back at him one more time, wishing a nigga would. She made sure he heard every word she said. Rich didn’t say shit as he sat on the sofa with a raunchy look on his face. He was definitely outdone, but Lauren would pay for it later.
****
Forty-five minutes later, Bianca and Lauren were walking in the back of the strip club where Kerry was already seated. Bianca had one drink already, and Lauren had two drinks. She just wanted to get wasted, because thinking about how Rich was feeling right about now scared the shit out of her.
“Hey Sis,” Bianca and Lauren spoke almost in unison.
“Hey you two,” Kerry spoke back. She was definitely feeling pretty good by this point. “What took you two heifa’s so long to get here?” She asked while leaning over the table and putting a dollar bill in one of the strippers thong.
“Somebody’s feeling good,” Lauren quickly said. She was hoping that they didn’t have to answer Kerry’s question. They looked over and saw ShaKita getting a lap dance.
“We got somewhat delayed a bit. I’m sorry,” Bianca responded. Now wasn’t the time to even talk about the confrontation between her and Rich. She cut her eyes over Lauren, indicating that her business was safe for the time being. As Lauren turned up her drink, she figured that Bianca was going to run and tell somebody. She was just hoping that it wouldn’t be to their parent’s.
“I’m glad I did decide to come here.” Kerry said, turning up her third drink of Peach Ciroc and cranberry. Did you see those fine brothers sitting over there at the next table behind us?”
“I sure did, but I’m a married woman now. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Bianca said with a smile, “But, ain’t nothing wrong with window shopping as long as I ain’t spending no money,” she grinned. “At least not on them,” she said quickly throwing some ones on a sexy stripper as she walked by. “I came here to make it ra
in, baby!”
Kerry laughed. “Your baby sister did, too.” She said pointing toward the back entrance. ShaKita sat in a chair while getting a lap dance by this red bone, thick chick with long Brazilian weave hanging down her back. ShaKita was throwing dollar bills in the air like she was rich.
“I should’ve known her ass would have some pussy in her face,” Bianca said with a loud chuckle causing Kerry to chuckle, too.
“Lolo, why are you so quiet?” Kerry asked.
“No reason,” Lauren said downing her first drink, and then working on her second one.
I’m in Love With A Stripper by T-Pain, started to play. In the background they could hear the DJ call Cinnamon & Spice to the stage so they could showcase their skills on the pole together.
“Cinnamon!!!” Bianca yelled out, pulling out some more dollar bills. This caused Kerry to stray away from questioning Lauren some more as Tessa walked out on the stage.
“Is that Tessa?” Lauren asked with an impressed expression on her face. “Is she Cinnamon?”
“Yup,” Bianca responded, sipping a little bit of her drink.
“Damn, I didn’t know that bitch was that fine.” Lauren commented with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Hell, me either.” Kerry said, admiring Tessa’s thick thighs, small waist, large round ass, and cute face. She stepped out on the stage in nothing but a rainbow colored thong on and grabbed the pole. She started swinging around it with one hand as her legs gripped the bottom of it. She placed her other hand on the pole and pulled herself up it while popping her ass at the men below. They were definitely making it rain dollar bills, five’s, and twenty’s. From what the sisters could tell, Tessa actually was stealing the show. While she was up the pole doing her thing, Spice joined her. After a good fifteen minutes, together they’d done tricks, dips, and splits all while grinding on each other from time to time but still on the pole.