Page 3 of Big Booty

She flips through the appointment book. “Yeah, girl. She had to. After that shit that popped off with Alicia’s man comin’ up in here beatin’ her ass . . . ”

“Oooh, Miss FeFee. And I’m still pissed I missed that tall, dark-chocolate niggah beatin’ her down. I already know watchin’ that big, strappin’ niggah whoopin’ that ho’s ass woulda had me all juicy. I woulda had to change my drawz on the spot. And somethin’ told me to bring my ass down here that day, too.”

She laughs. “Girrrl, you’re too much. But, chile, he wore that ass out right up in Pasha’s office. That crazy niggah had us all shook. They carried Alicia’s ass up outta here on a damn stretcher, and him out in handcuffs.”

“Ooh, and I bet that niggah looked sexy as hell bein’ dragged out all sweaty and whatnot.”

She cracks up. “Girl, I can’t with you.”

“Uh-huh. I know you can’t. That bitch didn’t deserve a big, thick niggah like Chauncey any-damn-way. Stupid ho.”

“Girl, all over her suckin’ some other niggah’s dick at some party. A mess. And then that shit with Shuwanda.”

“What about that ho?”

“Girl, she was talkin’ all kinds of shit about Pasha behind her back.”

“What? What was that bitch sayin’ about Miss Pasha, girl?”

She looks around the shop, then over toward the door, leanin’ in. She lowers her voice, “Well, remember all that crazy shit that was happenin’ around here with the front window bein’ smashed out, then the day that crazy niggah came up in here callin’ Pasha out like that . . . ”

I tilt my head. “Callin’ Pasha out like what, boo?” I already know what she’s talkin’ about, but I wanna hear the two-faced bitch say it. And this ho’s supposed to be Pasha’s family. Mmmph. This messy bitch makes me sick!

“Girl, you remember when that niggah came in here and said one of his boys told him that she had sucked his dick and he wanted his sucked, too. I think he called it a deep throat special or some crazy shit like that.”

“Mmmph. I don’t remember all that,” I lie, runnin’ a hand through my weave.

“Girl, I don’t know how not. You were sittin’ right there in her chair. Then you said you wanted to hunt him down to find out who he was, remember?”

“Oh, that niggah. Girl, I had forgotten all about that crazy-ass shit.”

“Well, I didn’t. And, didn’t you think it was kinda strange that Pasha didn’t even wanna know who the hell he was? I mean, who does that?”

I raise a brow. “Umm, boo-boo, why you care? Maybe she ain’t wanna deal with the shit. But, anyway, what did Shuwanda’s phony ass have to say about her? You know I can’t stand her ass any-damn-way.”

“Yeah, I guess. But, still. She didn’t even want Jasper to know, which I thought was kinda strange.”

“Bitch, it’s really not ya business. You do know that, right? So why is you standin’ here tryna be messy? Now tell me what the hell that dirty-bitch Shuwanda said about her?”

“Oh, whatever. I’m not bein’ messy. Anyway, girl, that ho was goin’ around sayin’ she thought the shit about Pasha was true. That Pasha was nothin’ but an undercover cum freak. She told one of her clients this, and the girl went back and told someone else who told Pasha about it.”

“Mmmph. Miss Pasha shoulda beat that bitch’s ass. I’m glad the bitch is gone. I realized she was a hatin’-ass whore the minute I peeped her; broke-ass bitch.”

She laughs. “Girl, you a mess. You know Pasha is always a lady with hers. She isn’t goin’ to be out here fightin’ and whatnot.”

“Well, that’s why she shoulda called me. She knows I love a good damn fight; especially with a bitch I don’t like. And Miss Pasha is my damn boo. You fuck with her, you fuck with me, goddammit.”

I toss my weave for emphasis. Not that I need one. Bitches stay thinkin’ I’m bald-headed, but my real shit hangs to my shoulders, boo. Don’t fuckin’ get it twisted.

Miss FeFe pushes up from the counter. “I know that’s right. Anyway, it’s so much calmer up in here now that those two heifers are gone. They kept a bunch of shit stirred up in here. They were a mess.”

Mmmph. Like you!

“Yeah. Hot, shitty ones.” I glance up at the clock. I’ve had enough of this bitch. “Where’s Miss Pasha?”

“Oh, I almost forgot. I was so busy runnin’ my mouth. She told me to let you know she’s runnin’ about fifteen minutes behind. She should be here shortly.”

“Well, then I guess that gives us time to get caught up, huh, boo?”

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