Heist 2
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Tuesday leaned back against her desk. “Look, ladies, I know shit ain’t really come through how we wanted on this one. That’s my bad but I promise we gon’ eat right on the next one.” She took the blame because as leader of the group the responsibility always fell on her.
Code name: Tuesday aka Boss Lady. Tuesday was light-skinned five foot nine and thick. She didn’t have junk like Tushie but her booty was bigger than average and had been turning heads since puberty. Aside from a pretty face and juicy lips, she had cat eyes that shifted from green to gray according to her mood. Tuesday had put this team together and was the brains behind it. She realized when she was just a dancer that clapping her ass all night for a few dollars in tips wouldn’t cut it for a bitch who had bills and wanted nice shit. At nineteen she started hitting licks with A.D., and after he went away, she continued on her own. Over time she recruited Tushie, then slowly pulled in the others. Each of these girls had come to The Bounce just as broke and desperate as she was and Tuesday saw something in each of them that made her think they would be a good fit for the team. Tuesday’s best asset was her experience. She had years on every other girl in the group and none of them could crawl inside a mark’s head better than she could. She gave them all their game and therefore had each of their skills. She knew how to make a read on a nigga and adapt to the type of girl it took to get him. She could play the innocent square better than Doll, the cool homegirl better than Jaye, and the high-maintenance trophy bitch better than Brianna. She could play one role to a tee or blend a few of them together if it was necessary. Her strength was that she was not one-dimensional like the others. For Tuesday, her secret weapon was actually her secret weakness. None of the girls knew she suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder. Her illness caused her to reorganize things over and over until they were perfect. Her nature to obsess over every little detail did make her a neat freak, but also the ultimate strategist. Tuesday had a way of seeing all the moves ahead of time and putting together air-tight plans that accounted for every problem that might arise.
“He only gave you twenty for the truck, rims and all?” Bree asked with some skepticism in her voice that everybody heard.
Tuesday nodded. “He said he couldn’t do no better than that.”
“You know that was the new Denali, right? That’s at least a fifty-thousand-dollar whip.”
Tuesday frowned. “It’s a fifty-thousand-dollar whip that’s stolen! You thank he gon’ give me sticker price for it?”
Brianna shrugged and studied her nails again. “I don’t know. Just seem like you got worked to me. Either that or somethin’ wrong with yo math!”
That made Tuesday stand up straight. Every other woman in that room felt the sudden shift in the vibe as her eyes quickly changed from lime-green to icy gray. “Bitch, is you tryin’ to say somethin’?”
Bree didn’t retreat from her stare. “All I’m sayin’ is that we done put in a lot of time for a punk ass thirteen Gs! If you figure it all out we basically got a little over three thousand a month. A bitch can get a job and do better than that!”
“The lick wasn’t what I thought it was and I apologized for that.” Tuesday inched closer to her. “But when you got to talkin’ all this bullshit about my math, I thought you was tryin’ to hint at somethin’ else. So if you got anythang you wanna get off yo double Ds about that, feel free to speak up!”
Jaye and Doll just sat there silent because they both knew what Brianna had tried to insinuate and knew that Tuesday had peeped it.
Tushie was quiet too but she was more alert. She knew Tuesday better than anybody and she knew if Brianna said the wrong thing that Tuesday was going to beat her ass. The girl was just tits on a stick and Tushie figured Tuesday could handle that skinny hoe alone, but Doll and Bree were tight. Jaye fucked with Brianna too even though Tushie didn’t know how cool they were. She was getting ready just in case she needed to have Tuesday’s back.
The tension that swelled in the room seemed to have distorted time so after a second that felt much longer Brianna tucked her tail by looking away. She snatched up the money and threw the straps to her Fendi bag on her shoulder. “Well, if we ain’t got no more business then I’m out.” She pushed off the loveseat and started for the door. “Doll, if you wanna ride, you betta come on!”
Just as Baby Doll got up to follow, Tuesday called out to Brianna. She paused to look back just as she grabbed the knob.
“You done got you a li’l Camaro, a couple purses, and some shoes and let that shit go to yo head. You the same broke bitch who pulled up in a busted-ass V-Dub Beetle three years ago beggin’ for a job; the same bony bitch who used to be out there on the floor looking all stiff and scared, barely making enough to tip out. I pulled you in, gave you the game, and got you together. Bree, don’t forget that you came up fuckin’ with me, you ain’t make me better.”
To that, all Brianna could do was roll her eyes.
“But if you ever decide that you don’t like what we doin’ in here, that door swing both ways.” Tuesday looked around, making eye contact with each of them except Tushie then added, “And that go for everybody!”
“Is you finished?” Brianna tried to redeem herself from getting hoed out earlier by trying her best to look hard again.
Tuesday just waved her off. “Bitch, beat it.”
Bree left out the office with Doll right on her heels. Jaye got up too but threw Tuesday a we’re still cool nod before she dipped.
When Tushie got up and went to the door, it was only to close it behind them. She smiled. “I thought you wuz bout to whup dat bitch.”
“I was. She did the right thang!” Tuesday went behind her desk and fell back into her chair. “I don’t know where this bitch done got all this mouth from lately but she startin’ to talk real reckless. If she keep it up, what almost happened today is definitely gone happen soon.”
Tuesday dug into the inside pocket of her bag and pulled out a quarter ounce of Kush that was tied in a sandwich bag. She passed the weed to Tushie along with a cigar because her girl rolled tighter than she did.
Of the team, Tushie had been down with her the longest and been through the most shit. Even though she was five years younger, they were tight and if Tuesday were ever asked to name her best friend, there was no one else more deserving of the title.
Back in the early part of ’05 that ass had already made Tushie a legend in the New Orleans strip clubs. Magazines like King and BlackMen’s were calling her the new “It girl” and for a while rappers all over the south were clamoring to have her pop that fifty-six-inch donk in their videos. She had milked that little bit of fame into a brand-new house and a S550 Benz until Katrina came along and washed it all away.
Then she found herself living in Detroit and having to start from scratch. Tushie featured in a few clubs and because she still had a strong buzz, she was the most sought-after free agent since LeBron James. All the big gentleman’s clubs were shooting for her and as bad as Tuesday wanted her, she didn’t think she had a chance. She quickly learned that this country girl had a sharp business mind, because Tushie agreed to come dance at the struggling little spot that Tuesday had just bought, but only if she made her a partner.
Tuesday was leery at first but it turned out to be the best decision she ever made. When Tuesday took over The Bounce House it was losing money faster than she could earn it, but when Tushie the Tease became a regular featured dancer, all that turned around. She was like a carnival attraction as niggas from as far as New York came to see if she could really walk across the stage with two champagne bottles on her ass and not spill a drop or clap it louder than a. 22 pistol. The club was packed like sardines whenever she performed, and within months The Bounce House was turning a decent profit. Tushie kept the place jumping for five years, until she finally hung up her thong and retired from the stage.
Single-handedly saving the club made her a good business partner but years of loyalty and her down-ass ways made Tushie a good friend. Tuesday trusted her so much
that she put her up on how they could make some real money together: by robbing niggas who couldn’t report the losses.
Tushie finished rolling the blunt, lit it, and took her first three hits. She was passing it across the desk to Tuesday when she spoke in a voice strained from the smoke in her lungs: “I already know you gon’ talk to Dres bout dis shit.”
Tuesday accepted the weed with a nod. “Hell yeah,” she said in between puffs. “I’m on my way to do that soon as I leave here. I’m damn sure bout to find out why he sent us on this dummy mission.”
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