what I’m talkin’ bout,” Brianna encouraged Shan. “But fuck him! I wanna hear about Calvin. Why is he such a big secret? Is he that fine? Don’t worry, you’re my girl; I won’t take him from you!”
If Shan only knew. Brianna’s grimy ass fucked Kris on several occasions resulting in a pregnancy that she aborted.
“Bitch, pleeze! He is very fine but he is not your type. Meaning, he’s not a baller or a trick. He’s a businessman.”
“What kind of business?” Brianna inquired.
“I met him when I went to get my brakes fixed. He owns an auto repair shop on the South Memphis.”
“I hear you. So why haven’t I met him?”
“Girl, please, I haven’t heard back from him,” Shan was embarrassed to say.
“What do you mean? Why not?” Brianna had this huge frown on her face.
“That’s a whole ’nother story!”
“What happened? What happened, hoe?” Brianna prodded.
“I don’t want to talk about him.”
“C’mon, Shan. Tell me.” The suspense was now more than Brianna could stand.
Getting agitated, Shan spat, “We fucked and I haven’t heard from him since! A’ight?”
“What? No shit? That ain’t our style, Shan. How’d you let him play you like that? Please tell me you got a couple of grand outta the nigga! I know I taught you better than that!” Brianna said with much attitude.
“Girl, please. You the last person I’ll let teach me anything.”
“So what happened? Did you or didn’t you get some paper?” Brianna was talking to Shan as if she was a moron.
“No, I wasn’t tryna hustle the nigga for no dollars but we’d been vibin’ off one another, and he made plans to take me to Las Vegas the weekend of my birthday. I told you that.”
“Damn, that reminds me. We haven’t kicked it since your birthday?”
“No, we haven’t. You’ve been doing what you do best, hoeing around, hustlin’ niggas, and I’ve been doing what I do, working and job hunting.”
“I’ma act like you didn’t say that. But for the record, don’t hate the player, hate the game. Now, finish telling me about Las Vegas. And please tell me you at least milked Las Vegas until it couldn’t be milked anymore.”
“Brianna do you ever rest from getting your hustle on?”
“No, I don’t. And you’s a sad bitch, if you tell me you didn’t milk that nigga.”
Shan waved her hand at her. “Anyways, Vegas was all good. We had a ball.” Shan’s face lit up as she spoke. “We gambled and I won $4,700 and lost it all but about $600. We clubbed, we wined and dined and saw two old school shows, the Whispers and the Temptations. I really had a good time. That was almost a month ago. I haven’t heard from his ass since. The nigga won’t even return my page.” Shan looked over at Brianna and said, “B, I know my pussy is worth a damn return phone call!”
“Girl fuck him! Don’t let no sorry ass, ungrateful nigga get you down. Tricks that can take you to Las Vegas come a dime a dozen.”
“It wasn’t all about the trip. It was the vibin’ and the dick!” Shan had to smile at her rhyme.
“Oh, shit! Don’t say the nigga had it goin’ on with the dick?”
“I won’t say it then.” Shan pursed her lips.
Brianna was staring at Shan with her mouth open. “No. How good was it? Tell me.”
Shan laughed. “I promise you. You ain’t never came the way I came.”
Brianna’s mouth was wide open. “Dayum, girlfriend. That dick must have been tha bomb!”
“It was girl, I put that on my mama. Aw, shit, look at all these niggas out here.” Shan was checking out the club and all the black folks that were out to enjoy the evening.
I hope you find us a parking spot close by. We don’t need to be walking for miles and miles.”
“Shit. You know I’m not parking my Lex on the street. This is a night for valet parking. You know my rules.”
“Whatever hoe! Just get me in the club so that I can celebrate.”
“They shook, shook, shook/ah made you look/you a slave to a page in my rhyme book.” Shan was feelin’ Nas as his beats was pumping her up. They squeezed their way right on over to the bar. Brianna was already scheming on how to get seated in the VIP section.
“So far so good.” Brianna stated her approval of the high-tech décor and atmosphere of the club. “Crowded but cool. Black folks love a nice spot to go and chill out.” Then she nudged Shan. “Shan, look at that shoddy hoe. I know the fashion police must be nearby.”
“B, don’t start,” Shan warned before turning to see who Brianna was cracking on. “Oh, hell no!”
“See. I didn’t even have to tell you who I was talking about.”
“What do she have on?” Shan was puzzled. “Looks like a nightgown over a pair of biker shorts and some cowboy boots. Something has to be wrong with her. How did she even get in? I thought this place had a damn dress code the way ole boy was looking us up and down at the door.”
“Queen, please. You know what time it is. We got the look because of how good we look!” Brianna bragged as they both sang. “Okay!”
“Uh-oh. Here come the drinks.” Brianna’s night was now falling into place.
“Brianna, you know how I roll. I gots to see my drink getting poured,” Shan, being the responsible one, said. “You can’t trust these niggas. Now let’s get that table over there.” She pointed behind them. Shan eased off of the stool and grabbed Brianna’s hand. Brianna grabbed her drink and winked at the older brother who sent them over, ignoring Shan’s warning. Before he got off his seat to come to where she was, her and Shan were already lost in the crowd.
“Bitch, don’t make me spill this!” Brianna yelled over the music.
As soon as they found a table and sat down Sean Paul was telling somebody to, “Gimme the Light and Pass the Dro.” Shan said, “Yeah! I’ll be back, B!” and went to get her dance on.
Brianna sipped on her drink as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on this baller named Skye. He wore a baby face but the neatly trimmed goatee added some maturity. His cheekbones were high, making him look Indian. He wasn’t all that cute but she heard that his pockets made up for it. He was six foot three, light brown and had light green eyes. His hair was cut to a low fade. He had on a tan Enyce velour sweat suit and had two hoochies grinning all up in his face. She had heard about Skye and they had crossed paths a few times but she’d never had the opportunity to talk to him. She kept staring at him until he looked over at her.
“Come here,” she mouthed. He smiled and looked back and forth between the two honeys before him and looked back at her. “Fuck them hoes! Come here!” she mouthed again. She never took her eyes off him as he said something to the two hoochies and made his way over to her table.
“Damn playboy, is it really that serious?” B asked as she looked him up and down.
He grinned and she was liking the smile and the gorgeous set of teeth. “That depends on you.” He was checking her out as well.
“All I want is a number.”
“You called me all the way over here just for a number?” He teased as he pulled his chair closer to hers.
“I gotta start somewhere. What else do you want me to ask for?” she flirted.
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