CHAPTER 18
W
hen you crammed too many slick gutter chicks under one roof crazy shit was bound to pop off. Me and Bunni was about to go club bangin' with Dane, when Dirty Dy-Nasty ran her stank ass outside and tried to hop in the whip.
“Wait up!” she hollered and wobbled down the steps in a pair of cheap eight-inch Payless heels.
“Oh no this trick ain't!” I muttered from the backseat and reached over to slam the Hummer's door. I clipped the shit outta Dy-Nasty's big head and almost caught her nose in the crack. “Lock that shit!” I hollered at Dane, but he was moving way too slow and Dy-Nasty snatched the door open and damn near plopped down in my lap as she jumped inside.
“Watch it, goddammit!”
“Well scoot your ass over then!”
I inhaled a thick cloud of her cheap-ass perfume and started choking on the fumes. “Damn!” I coughed and sneezed as I scooted way over to the other side of the car. “What's that shit you done sprayed all over you?
Raid?
”
“Uh-uh.” She laughed and dug her ass deeper into the seat. “It's called Bugs Be Gone
.
So be gone, bitch! Be gone!”
That's one,
I thought quietly as she cracked herself up. This trick could laugh all she wanted to. Bunni said I needed to make friends with her but I wasn't gonna be but so many bitches for
nobody
. Matter fact, I was only gonna be three bitches for
any
damn body, and this chick right here had two more left.
She musta took my silence for weakness because she kept right on illin'.
“Dane! My
bruvvah
! I know you wasn't tryna sneak off nowhere with
these
jawns and leave
me
, Dane!” She scooted to the edge of her chair and leaned between the two front seats, crowding Bunni's shoulder. “That ain't how a bruvvah s'posed to do his lil sister now, boo-boo! Blood is thicker than water, ya heard? Now pass that weed back here, man! I'm tryna get lifted!”
I igged her raunchy ass and tried to get my head right on some chronic as we rode to the club. Dane cranked the music up real loud and drowned her loud ass right out, and by the time we pulled up outside the party I was feeling good again.
The club was in the middle of the hood, and it had run-down, abandoned buildings on both sides of it. All kinds of shady-looking hoodlums were chillin' on the block, and my New York radar went off as a few of their eyeballs slid sideways over us while we were hopping out the ride.
“Yo,” I joked with Dane as he clicked the door locks and they beeped twice. The last time he took me and Bunni to a party he had lost his kicks
and
his pants, and all three of us ended up getting robbed. “Look at all these gangsta niggas standing around here with larceny in they eyes! You sure the whip is still gonna be here when we come back out? Lemme know if you need me to fold the Hummer up and stick it in my purse, 'kay?”
I knew shit was crucial when we got up to the door and saw there were two pat-down lines we had to go through before we could get inside the club. One line was for dudes, and the other one was strictly for the ladies.
Me and Bunni both had shitty looks on our faces when we saw who was in charge of our line. She was a stud female with mad tats up and down her muscled-up arms and a big-ass clit-tickler ring hanging from her bottom lip.
Dy-Nasty stepped up to her first, and she giggled like crazy as mister girl ran her hands down her back, over her ass, back up between her legs, and across her stomach. I coulda sworn mister girl slid her hand over Dy-Nasty's left titty, and the way her twisted ass grinned and squealed I could tell she liked it.
It was my turn next. Nope! I jumped smack over into the men's line and pushed myself in front of Dane. Mister girl wasn't getting none of me. “Ga'head!” I held my arms in the air and hollered at the Puerto Rican dude who had his hands out ready to put in work. “You can ga'head and feel me up, Papi! Feel all
over
me!”
We got up in that club and let our glow show. I had on a tight silver body-glove dress that made me look damn-near naked. It had sequins on the ass that shimmied from side to side when I switched my hips, and the top of it dipped low at the cleavage and left one of my shoulders bare. Bunni's shit was definitely on point too. She wore a pair of classy red polyester booty shorts that showcased her round hips and high booty, and outlined the deep split in her beloved venus mound. Bunni's stunning bowlegs were naked from the thighs down, and her calves looked sleek and shiny and her ankles were set off perfectly in her pointy-toed pumps.
Dy-Nasty was turning niggas' heads too, but it wasn't because she had her shit together though. Stink-a-Dink had on a too-tight money-green cat-suit, and it was made outta that kind of real cheap material that pulled every which'a way it wanted to. It had a zipper running from deep in her crotch all the way up to her neck, and there was a gold microphone dangling from the end. But Mizz Nasty had only zipped the shit up halfway though, and the tops of her big ol' titties was jumpin' out and smackin' the shit outta every nigga she walked past. I cracked up when Bunni pointed at her ass and giggled. Mami was struttin' around flossin' like she was the bizz, when little did she know the seam going up her big booty was crooked and running way over to the right, and the leather on her turned-over heels had peeled down to the cheap white plastic tubing underneath. This bitch was just plain ol' raggedy!
The three of us hit the dance floor and it wasn't long before mad niggas rushed out to get up on us. Everybody knew when you danced with a dude at a club that meant certain shit was already agreed on. It wasn't about getting in no kinda groove or showing off your dance skills, it was about how much dry fuckin' you was gonna allow a cat to perpetrate on you. Trust, he was gonna feel on that ass if you let him, and if he could rub his hard dick on you until he busted in his drawers, he would do that too.
While me and Bunni was out there handling our dance partners, Stink Dy-Nasty was out there handling her bizzness. Them horny mofos shoulda been paying her by the hump because she was straight-up tricking out there! Them niggas was about to fight tryna get next on her. I watched as she stood on one leg and cocked her other one real high in the air. A dude with long dreads stepped up on her and cupped her thick ass with both hands, and she wrapped her leg around his waist and let him mash her shit up right through her skimpy clothes.
Three songs later me and Bunni went looking for Dane and found him chillin' at a table with a fat dude he introduced as one of his boyz from college. I could tell big man was scoping on me right away, so I sat down right beside him. Dane stood up and pulled out a chair for Bunni to sit in, but DyNasty came outta nowhere, bum-rushing the shit outta her as she stole Bunni's chair and plopped her ass down next to Dane.
Bunni laughed and shook her head. “A'ight now, Loosie-Goosie!” she sang out a warning as she moved one chair down. “You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me!”
Dane's friend was cute in the face but chubby.
“Wus good, wus good! Y'all ladies doin' okay tonight?” he said, staring all up in our mugs. “I'm A.T. and I got the next round of drinks, cool? So what's y'all names? Who we got here?”
Somebody
just had to get stupid with it.
“Don't worry about who they is! I'm
Dy-Nasty
.” She showed him all her teeth and flung her sweaty horsetail over her shoulder. “And when I'm on the scene don't none of these other bitches matter!”
Bitches?
That's two.
A.T. laughed with her, but me and Bunni's faces was straight-up stone.
“Seriously though,” he said and looked back and forth between me and Dy-Nasty. “Y'all two are sisters, right? Prolly twins, huh?”
“No!” we both blasted on him at the same damn time.
We looked at each other.
“I don't even know her!” we said together again.
“Shut your ass up.” She frowned and rolled her eyes.
“No
you
shut the hell up!”
“C'mon, now,” Dane cut in. “We came out to party, right? So y'all chill with all that hostility for a minute. Y'all fuckin' up my high.”
A.T. bought me, Dy-Nasty, and Bunni round after round of drinks, and all three of us showed him how long our throats could get. I figured since somebody else was paying I might as well drink from the top shelf, and I chugged back Courvoisier and Coke while Bunni drank Cîroc and cranberry juice, and Dy-Nasty sucked down shots of Bacardi 151 straight.
We had sparked up a couple of blunts when a nice slow jam cut by Uncle Charlie Wilson came on. Dy-Nasty musta really been feeling her liq because outta nowhere she snatched Dane up and yanked him out on the dance floor. There wasn't nothing sisterly about the way she was out there grinding him down, and her wide ass moved like a rollercoaster as she grabbed his waist and worked those hips all over his dick.
“See, that right there ain't right,” Bunni muttered, grilling Dy-Nasty's bomb booty with much 'tude. She started chewing her gum all reckless and poppin' it between her back teeth real loud. “That shit right there just ain't right.”
“What a skank-ass skeezer,” I said as I twisted my lips and stared at her too. Mami was puttin' it on Dane, going in on him like he was her boo, and I could see why Bunni was mad. Shit, she had been working Dane her damn self, and here this bitch was tryna throw damage in her game.
“I'ma fuck her up,” Bunni said quietly when the song was finally over and Dy-Nasty and Dane started walking back to the table grinning and laughing together. “Yeah, I'ma straight fuck her up.”
I heard the Harlem hoodrat in her about to slip out.
“Hey now, Dane ain't your man,” I reminded Bunni. “Y'all might fuck around a lil bit, but he ain't your man.”
“He ain't hers neither!”
“Whew!” Dy-Nasty said as she came back to the table and wiped some sweat off her face. She picked up her purse and laughed. “That shit felt good as
hell
! We gotta do it again when we get home tonight, Dane, okay?”
She tipped off toward the bathroom with her monster-booty catching mad eyeballs as she tossed it left and right.
Bunni was burning on fire. “That bitch needs her ass kicked!” She jumped up from her chair. “I'ma get her, Mink! I'ma split that ho's melon! I'ma take her top square off!”
I stared at my best homey and narrowed my eyes. I felt a ghetto battle royal coming on and I was ready to snatch out my earrings and kick off my heels. “Yo, is you thinkin' what I'm thinking?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Well c'mon, then,
babeee
!” I jumped up and cracked my neck from side to side. Fuck waiting for that Philly troll to call me bitch number three! “Let's get kick some ass then, Bunni Baines! Leggo!”
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There were plenty of gutta chicks primping for the mirrors in the dirty little bathroom, but me and Bunni was about to roll up on one in particular. There was a long line waiting for just two stalls, and we stalked from the background until it was Dy-Nasty's turn to go inside the one on the right. As soon as that skank took two steps toward the stall, me and Bunni bum-rushed from the back of the line and busted through the swinging door right along with her.
“Yeah, bitch!” Bunni pony-rode Dy-Nasty into the stall and slammed her forehead against the wall over the toilet. “I'm
tired
of your stank ass!”
We got to fucking her ass up! Mad chicks started screaming and hollering like they had never seen a fight before. DyNasty screamed out in surprise too, but only for a quick second. When she realized she was getting jumped she started throwing blows too, trying her best to get hers in before we took her down.
And don't get it twisted, we took that ass
down
! I snatched her by her ratty little ponytail and banged her in her nose, while Bunni went to work pile-drilling her with body shots, punt-kicks, and karate chops like she was bare-knuckle fighting in a cage.
The cubicle was too small for all three of us and we were swinging so hard and wild that we were banging our knees and elbows all up against the walls. Yanking her horsehair down and back, I yoked Dy-Nasty up and dragged her outta the stall with her crazy ass kicking and scratching the whole way.
Chicks scattered out of our path while they screamed and cheered. Some for us, and some for Dy-Nasty. That dirty rat scratched me on my arm and I scratched her right next to her ear. I slung her ass all over the place as I jerked her by her weave. It must have been sewn in or gummed up on her scalp with some superglue, because even though there were plenty of random strands sliding out and billowing down to the floor, why that whole raggedy shit just didn't snap off in my hand, I don't know.
We fought our way outta the door and into the narrow hallway, and the next thing I knew two security guards were grabbing at my wrist tryna separate us and force me to let go of Dy-Nasty's hair. One of them giant-sized nigs clenched his big hand around the back of my neck, and then he clamped down on Dy-Nasty's neck the same damn way. We squealed and almost dropped to our knees as that nigga dug his fingers sharply into our throats and made us choke and see stars. We scratched his hands bloody as he hurled us through the crowd and toward the front door. The other bouncer manhandled Bunni and tried to push her ass outta there too.