“Maybe next time I see you we can have Sex on the Beach.”
“Yeah, that sounds real good.” Quita was tired of playing hard to get, and she was turned on by his aggressiveness.
Quita looked over at Kali and she was standing there with her head down. Black slapped her ass, told her to call him and walked off. They looked at each other and knew they were set.
Kali ordered two Coronas with Grenadine for them to top off the liquor they had been drinking.
“A’ight Kali lets get a few things straight. I’m broke as a joke and I barely have a roof over my head. What I’m trying to say is I’m not trying to be nobody’s girl or wifey. This is about money, so don’t get caught up stay focused big sis. I know how you get,” Quita told her.
“Aww shit, Quita you 17 years old and swear you grown. I got this don’t worry about me,”Kali told her.
“Yeah whatever ho!” Quita waved her off.
She looked in the direction of the dance floor and saw her girls putting it down. They showed off any bitches who might have thought they could dance better than them.
“Look at that nasty ass bitch. I told you I didn’t trust her like that,” Kali spat.
Quita looked again and saw what Kali was talking about.
“That’s drama all damn day!” Quita said. Jade was grinding her nasty ass all over J-Roc’s dick on the floor right in Lexi’s face. Quita saw the fire in Lexi’s eyes and she knew it was a matter of time before she flipped the fuck out on both of them.
Quita and Kali hopped off the bar stool to get Lexi, but by the time they got to where they were standing Lexi had thrown her drink in J-Roc’s face.
“Now what nigga! You a nasty ass son of a bitch! How you gonna be grinding all over my so called friend’s ass in my face!” Before she could finish her shit-talking J-Roc smacked the taste out of her mouth.
“First of all bitch! You ain’t my fucking girl bitch! I’m a grown ass fucking man! I do what the fuck I wanna do!” J-Roc shouted.
“That’s alright nigga you’ll get yours! Believe that shit! Lose my fucking number. Fuck you! You can’t fuck worth a shit anyway!” Lexi yelled holding her face.
Quita and Kali finally got to them, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. Quita went off on J-Roc and Jade because they knew better than to throw that shit up in Lexi’s face.
“Why the fuck you all over this nigga in her face? You dirty for that one Jade,” Quita said cutting into Jade’s ass.
“And J-Roc you just lost mad cool points for that shit,” Quita told him.
“Man go head with that shit Quita,” J-Roc snapped at her, and walked off.
Kali had Lexi over in the corner of the dance floor trying to calm her down. Lexi was crying because she was embarrassed that he hit her in the club in front of everybody. J-Roc damn near knocked Rae down trying to get to where Lexi was.
“Yo, come here Lexi!” J-Roc yelled.
“No, she good,” Kali answered for her.
“Go on with that bullshit. Mind ya fucking business Kali. You and your cock blocking ass sister,” J-Roc said nastily.
“Fuck you nigga, you can kiss my muthafuckin’ ass! I ain’t never been a blocker nigga!” Quita yelled back at him.
“If she don’t wanna go with you she ain’t got to.” Kali rolled her eyes at him. J-Roc and Quita went back and fourth for several minutes before Lexi stepped in.
“Look Quita its okay. I’ll go with him to see what he has to say.”
“No Lexi, don’t go with his abusive ass!” Quita said making sure J-Roc heard her.
“I’m good Quita. I promise,” Lexi reassured her in a shaky voice.
“Yeah you’re good until he starts whooping your ass on the reg!” Quita told her.
“Shut up hater!” J-Roc told her.
“I’m straight I’ll call you if I need you,” Lexi said and followed J-Roc off the dance floor. She gave Jade the look of death as she passed her.
“Damn it’s not even two-thirty yet and mufuckas already wildn’ out.” Kali sighed.
“Yeah I know right,”Quita said dryly. “Jade can I holla at you for a minute?”
“What you want Quita?” Jade asked sucking her teeth.
“I know you ain’t catching no attitude,” Quita snapped.
“I ain’t getting’no attitude. I just don’t feel like going through this with you right now. I already know what you’re gonna say. If Lexi was handling her business in the bedroom he wouldn’t be all up my ass!” Jade yelled getting an attitude with Quita.
“Jade you know what? You are fucking impossible. I’m done!” Quita just walked off shaking her head. ‘I’m not even gonna say shit to her, I hope Lexi beat that ho’s ass!’ Quita thought.
“Last call for alcohol!” The DJ said over the speakers.
All of a sudden Quita heard a familiar voice over the music.
“Hey sis lets get one more drink before the bar close.” Quita knew it wasn’t Kali. When she turned around she was facing Rae.
“Let me find out you calling me sis,” she said to Rae.
“Yeah girl. You know we like sisters,” Rae told her.
“Damn you must be drunk, because you don’t be buying anybody drinks. What’s the occasion?” Quita asked.
“Damn Quita I’m offended. You know if I got it you got it.”
“I’m sorry Rae. I didn’t mean to hurt ya feelings.” She didn’t really care about her feelings, but she wanted a free drink.
Qutia took a better look at Rae. She had a look on her face that reminded Quita a lot of her mom and dad after they finished getting fucked up.
“Please tell me you ain’t high?”
“Yeah I am. But why you trippin’? You get high too,” Rae said throwing shade her way.
“Who did you smoke with?” Quita asked.
“I smoke an L with Big Ron and them, why?” Rae said.
“Well I think you smoked more than weed. More like you smoked a fuckin’ woo,” Quita bluntly told her.
“Man I will fuck that nigga up if I find out he did some shit like that to me.” Rae was kind of scared because she did feel funny after they smoked. She started crying because she didn’t know what to do.
“Well don’t worry bout it. You good girl. It would be different if you knew it was in there. Just make sure when you smoke with nigga youwatch they asses roll up,” Quita schooled her.
Quita and Rae walked over to their girls at the back bar.
“Come on y’all lets be out,” Quita said. They all broke out, and headed home.
Chapter 12
Black was sitting on his plush cream leather sofa rolling up a blunt of some fire with his boys Bay-Bay, and Quinten when his cell started blowing up. He continuously kept pressing the end button, but the caller wasn’t giving up.
“Damn!” He cursed. It was his son’s momma, Damita aka Treasure Box. Word is she got the nickname because she had some of the best pussy around town. The kind a nigga would drop some serious dough on.
“Yo!” Black said into the phone.
“Is that how you answer your phone now? What happened to hello?” She asked.
“Man, what Mita? I ain’t got time to be playing games with you right now!” Black spat.
“First off nigga don’t ever what me, and secondly don’t trip. I’m calling because Terron Jr. needs some new clothes and diapers. Oh yeah. I need to get some things for the house too,” she explained.
“Yo, what happened to the dough I just gave you three fucking days ago?” Black asked.
“Nigga you gave me eleven hundred dollars. That shit ain’t nothing when you have bills to pay, and a son to take care of,” Mita told him.
“Man, whatever Mita. I’ll shoot you a little something for my son, but as far as anything extra I’ll have to see.” Black’s tone was cold.
“What the fuck you mean you have to see? Nigga all the shit I’ve been through dealing with your triflin’ass. Not to mention the wife I just found out
about. What the fuck you mean you’ll have to see?” Damita was pissed. She couldn’t believe that Black was trying to be tight with his money.
“What you cooking for dinner tonight anyway?” Black asked her.
Damita sucked her teeth. “Why? You ain’t eating over here nigga, so why you asking.”
“Aww, girl gone head with that. Yes the fuck I am. If you’re a good girl I might just eat you for desert,” Black said trying to get on her good side.
“Uh huh, now that sounds good. Anyway I’m cooking some whiting, pintos and sweet corn bread,” she told him attempting to entice him too.
“Oh hell yeah. That sounds good I’ll definitely be through,” Black said.
“Well, just make sure you bring some green with you,” Damita added.
“I got you don’t sweat it. Yo, but on the real baby. I gotta go handle some business, so I’ll catch you later,” Black told her.
“A’ight that’s cool,” Damita told him. They hung up. Black closed his cell and put his hands on his head and grunted.
“Man, that dizzy ass bitch gets on my last fucking nerve. She’s always asking for my fucking money,” Black said.
“Nigga hit this Dutch and get your mind right,” Q interjected passing Black the already lit L.
“Yo! Have y’all niggas linked up with those fine ass bitches from last weekend?” Q asked gassed up to meet a friend. Black wasn’t fazed at all by pussy or bitches because he knew they only wanted his money. Bay-Bay on the other hand was feeling Quita’s style, so he to was ready to get shit popping.
“Nol, we ain’t heard from them broads yet, but I’m sure they ready to fuck with some real ass niggas like us anyway. That shit’s in the mufuckin’ bag. Black said with arrogance in his tone.
“Yeah they look like the type of bitches we’ve been looking for,” Bay-Bay told them.
“Shit, hell yeah, they seem down as a mafucka. Plus we get some free pussy out the deal. It’s a win win my niggas,” Black laughed.
“Nigga fuck them ho’s. I’m just glad to be back home. That little ass town gave me the creeps. I was just waiting on one of them backwoods ass niggas to try and rob our asses,” Black admitted.
“Oh, hell naw nigga, Billy bad ass ain’t scared of a little town is he?” Q amd Bay busted out laughing in Black’s face.
“Oh, I bet you didn’t think anybody saw your ass when we got outside the club huh?” Black said.
“Who you talking ‘bout?” Bay-Bay asked confused.
“Yeah nigga. I’m talking ‘bout you,” Black said.
“What the fuck you talking ‘bout Black? Shit, you got me fucked up,” Bay told him.
Q sat there smoking his Dutch. He was used to those niggas going back and fourth all the time. He thought the shit was funny because from where he was sitting they were both being pussy ass niggas.
“Nigga don’t go there, ‘cause I saw you looking around like a fucking fiend. All shook and shit,” Black told him laughing.
“Nol nigga, you got me fucked up! That wasn’t me! You can suck my mafuckin’ dick!” Bay-Bay spat.
“Shit, nigga I’ll pass. You better tell one of your bitches to do that shit!” Black shot back.
“Yo’, my niggas, later for that shit word. Y’all mufuckas arguing like an old married fuckin’couple and shit.” Q had to jump in and break that shit up because they were starting to get on his nerves.
“Fuck you Q,” Black and Bay said in unison.
“Man what the fuck ever, y’all buggin’. Lets be out anyway we still going to the spot or what?” Quinten asked.
“Damn nigga, you hungry ain’t you?” Bay-Bay teased.
“Hell yeah nigga, now let’s bounce.” Q rushed them.
They all hopped in Black’s silver Mercedes Benz and headed to the strip club.
“Man y’all niggas gonna have to start driving y’all own whips sometimes. What the fuck I look like? A fucking chauffeur?” Black asked.
“Yeah mufucka. Now drive me to the spot!” Bay-Bay said laughing.
“What nigga you got jokes?” Black slammed on the brakes.
“Nah nigga, I’m just fucking with your ass. Chill the fuck out!” Bay told him.
“Yeah nigga you better rephrase that shit or you’ll get out and put those shoes to use and walk to the spot!” Black spat.
“Damn B, you need to lighten up a little bit and relax. Fuck!” Bay-Bay told his ass.
“Fuck relaxing,” Black said.
They arrived to the strip club just outside of town called the Bermuda Triangle. The club got its name because niggas came in but hardly ever left.
Q’s nasty freak ass was the first one in the club. He took his regular seat near the stage and waited for Lolly pop. She was his favorite dancer, and he couldn’t wait for the MC to call her name so she could put her pussy in his face.
“Yo’ that’s why I love this fuckin’ club. The bitches be on point my niggas. These bitches are decent. No bullet holes and stab wounds,” Quinten told them. They all laughed in unison.
“Shit, nigga I remember one time I went down to the east side and went to a little spot called Caliente’. Them bitches be fucked up, stretch marks, and track marks all up and down they fucking arms. They was fucked up!” Q said sounding all animated.
“ Q, you is a crazy ass mufucka. That’s why I fucks wit you my nigga,” Bay-Bay said giving Q pound.
Black called the thick waitress over to the table to order drinks while Bay and Q finished chatting.
“What can I get for you?” The waitress asked with a slight attitude.
“Let us get three double shots of Remy Martin and a bottle of Cristal.” Black pulled out a wad of money containing fifty and one hundred dollar bills only. He peeled off five fifties and placed them on her tray.
“Thank you,” she said and walked away.
“Oh, and keep the change.” He yelled out to her.
“Damn balla. I’m scared of you.” Q told said.
“Don’t front nigga. Y’all know how I gets down,” Black bragged.
“Shit, I be getting drinks for y’all mafuckas too,” Bay-Bay said.
“Aww, nigga gone with that sensitive shit. You know we all be switching up on who buy the drinks. We just don’t spend like this nigga over here,” Q said pointing at Black.
The thick waitress came back with their drinks.
“Thanks shorty,” Black said. Q’s horny ass gave her a napkin with his number on it. She took the napkin out of his hand and looked at it in disbelief.
“Give me a call sexy,” he said and winked at her. She looked at him a displayed a killer smile. Shorty had a mouth full of rotten teeth.
“Oh I will baby,” she said.
Q quickly took a drink to keep from telling her to give him his number back. He just gave her a head nod. Bay-Bay and Black turned their heads trying not to laugh at her in her face.
“Y’all enjoy and let me know if you need anything else.” She turned to walk off, but looked at Q before she left and winked her eye at him.
“My niggas did y’all see that bitches fucked up ass grill?” Q shouted. “I can’t believe I gave that bitch my fuckin’ number. No fucking wonder she barely said a word when she first came over to take our drink order.” Q was always talking shit.
Black and Bay-Bay were still laughing at Quinten. Bay-Bay had tears in his eyes.
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