under the street lamp. Two of âBââs favorite boosting hoes, Pinky and Laurie, were sitting on the hood acting as if they didnât have a care in the world. They popped gum and snake-rolled their heads in the snappy, animated way that street hustlers did. Both Rainbow and Sparkle knew they were watch dogging the Caddie to make sure that âBâ wouldnât come out with his carriage setting on bricks. It was definitely that kind of neighborhood.
They had proven in the past that they would come in handy with some guns if it came down to that.
As they pulled into the club, they saw their boyâs dark blue caddy with the gold ragtop glistening under the street lamp. Two of Bâs favorite boosting hoes, Cheryl and Laurie, were sitting on the hood acting as if they didnât have a care in the world. But they knew they were watch dogging the caddie to make sure that he wouldnât come out with his carriage sitting on bricks. It was definitely that type of neighborhood.
They had planned on easing into the club unnoticed, but Cheryl, with her shit-starting ass, had to say something. âWhatâs up, hood rats? I see that Bâs gotyâall stank asses just where yâall belong; playing watchdog.â
âFuck you, slut, ooops I mean sluts,â Laurie, a petite sassy-mouthed, black-as-midnight vixen, replied in a voice full of venom.
âYâall still licking those vanilla and chocolate lollypops for dime rocks?â Cheryl shot back with just as much nastiness.
âMmmmm-hmmm, and saving the dusty Ziplocs so yâall can get a decent back,â Pinky, a juicy-bodied redbone, clad in some shiny silver daisy dukes cuffing her donkey ass that matched the halter top and Hercules strap sandals yelped. She jumped off the hood and coiled up like a viper ready to strike. âDatâs right, bitch, I mean bitches. I said it.â
Seeing her sister outnumbered, her twin, Sherry, quickly joined in the fray. âAw aw, yâall, I smell a catfight. I just know yall funky hoes ainât ready to throw down, for real.â
âOh hell yeah we is, hisssssss.â Laurie snarled as she lifted her long designer nails into a pair of deadly claws. They started circling each other, snarling and feinting back and forth.
âMan, why you looking all hype for? Dem silly hoes ainât gonna do nothing but act stupid,â Rainbow shouted over his shoulder as he headed into the club.
Sparkle started to follow him when the girls started screaming and shrieking. He expected to see a real throwdown, but those crazy hoes were laughing and dancing.
âIâll be damned,â he muttered, shook his head and turned away, mad because he was hoping to see female talons windmilling in large circles. He laughed at the clowning foursome and pushed through the door. As he swung through the Old West-styled swinging doors he was immediately mesmerized by the black and red blinking lights that made the undulations of the scantily clad dancers seem mystically herky jerky. He paused for a brief momentadmiring their alluring movements. Wonât nothing like a well-endowed honey shaking what her mother gave her. After a moment of lusting at their glistening bodies, he started looking around the club for his boys. He spotted them at the bar in a heated conversation with Bertha.
Now that was one helluva tough honey, that Bertha. Back in the day, when Rainbow was first getting his feet wet in the pimping game, sheâd been one of the first real stud streetwalkers that heâd scooped. If the truth were told, which Rainbow would never admit, she was the one who had shown him how to be a real mack man. A big-boned, exotic redbone, Bertha had a squeaky little girl voice that shocked everyone she met.
âI done told yâall poor hustling muthafuckas that I ainât gonna be waiting no hour for yâall to be answering no godayum call,â Bertha spat and rolled her