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engaged in conversation while she danced the second song.
The song wasnât even halfway over before Keesha learned that olâ girl was the bottom bitch of a young baller coming up in the game in Detroit. She ran her mouth so much about dude, Keesha got enough information on him to set him up to be robbed. So, on top of the fifty dollars sheâd earned for obtaining the information, she got five Gs from the proceeds of the robbery. Knowing just how much getting a chick to run her mouth could benefit her, Keesha tried to play nice with Tasha.
But Tasha knew better and could see right through Keeshaâs fake-friend role. Bitch, please, Tasha said to herself in her head. Your muâfuckinâ ass is as transparent as Saran Wrap. What the fuck you want?
Tasha continued to dress for her set, not even giving Keesha the courtesy of pretending they were friends. âCan I help you with something, Keesha?â she asked as she put on her M.A.C. cosmetics.
Although Tasha could barely afford the high-priced makeup now that she had fallen off, she still refused to wear anything less. A part of her felt shame for going back to the life of a stripper. Sweets pretty much owned her and had a price tag on her ass, and whoever had the most money could get it; but she wanted so much more in life. She felt like she was selling her soul to the devil all over again. She had been here and done all this before. Now her life had come full circle and she was back to square one.
âI was just trying to check on you, girl,â Keesha said. âI know youâve been kind of distant ever since you came back. I know itâs probably awkward with me being the head girl in this piece, but I want you to know you can talk to me, girl. Weâre peoples. So if you ever need to talk to someone, just know you can always come holler at me,â Keesha said, piling on the sweetness.
Tasha scoffed and shook her head. âYeah, aâight. Weâre people.â Tasha knew Keesha was trying to remind her that sheâd taken her spot, but Keesha didnât realize the joke was on her. There ainât no fucking way in the world I would be fucking Sweetsâ gay ass. Shit, at least Manolo was fine. Sweetsâ ass is ugly as fuck, and the nigga is a booty bandit. Dumb bitch probably donât even make the nigga strap up.
Keesha heard the sarcasm in Tashaâs voice. She lowered her eyes in a disgusted gaze. âTake it however you want. Iâm just letting you know Iâm here. From the looks of things, you can use all the friends you can get. Ainât none of these new bitches trying to fuck with you, because you snaked Manolo, and that reputation makes them not trust you. But Iâve been around for a minute. I know the deal. Youâre a real bitch, and us real bitches got to stick together.â
âUm,â Tasha simply said as she sat down and oiled her toned legs. I wish this bitch would keep it moving. If she thinks Iâm about to fall for her fake-ass bullshit lines, sheâs got another think coming.
âI know after your brother died youâve been less talkative. Thatâs fucked up how Halleigh was all up in your face, and now sheâs laid up with the nigga that killed your peoples,â Keesha said, adding insult to injury.
Tasha cringed at the mention of Maury. She wanted to smack the shit out of Keesha for bringing it up. Tasha had gone many sleepless nights thinking of her loss and Halleighâs betrayal. Tasha felt like Halleigh was fake for choosing Malek over their friendship. She would have never chosen a dude over one of her girls. Being in the business she was in, she knew dudes were all the same, and at the end of the day, theyâd choose money over bitches any day. So why should a bitch choose them over anything else?
When Maury was alive, he had strong feelings for Halleigh, and Halleigh was game, until fate brought Malek back into her life. When Maury
The song wasnât even halfway over before Keesha learned that olâ girl was the bottom bitch of a young baller coming up in the game in Detroit. She ran her mouth so much about dude, Keesha got enough information on him to set him up to be robbed. So, on top of the fifty dollars sheâd earned for obtaining the information, she got five Gs from the proceeds of the robbery. Knowing just how much getting a chick to run her mouth could benefit her, Keesha tried to play nice with Tasha.
But Tasha knew better and could see right through Keeshaâs fake-friend role. Bitch, please, Tasha said to herself in her head. Your muâfuckinâ ass is as transparent as Saran Wrap. What the fuck you want?
Tasha continued to dress for her set, not even giving Keesha the courtesy of pretending they were friends. âCan I help you with something, Keesha?â she asked as she put on her M.A.C. cosmetics.
Although Tasha could barely afford the high-priced makeup now that she had fallen off, she still refused to wear anything less. A part of her felt shame for going back to the life of a stripper. Sweets pretty much owned her and had a price tag on her ass, and whoever had the most money could get it; but she wanted so much more in life. She felt like she was selling her soul to the devil all over again. She had been here and done all this before. Now her life had come full circle and she was back to square one.
âI was just trying to check on you, girl,â Keesha said. âI know youâve been kind of distant ever since you came back. I know itâs probably awkward with me being the head girl in this piece, but I want you to know you can talk to me, girl. Weâre peoples. So if you ever need to talk to someone, just know you can always come holler at me,â Keesha said, piling on the sweetness.
Tasha scoffed and shook her head. âYeah, aâight. Weâre people.â Tasha knew Keesha was trying to remind her that sheâd taken her spot, but Keesha didnât realize the joke was on her. There ainât no fucking way in the world I would be fucking Sweetsâ gay ass. Shit, at least Manolo was fine. Sweetsâ ass is ugly as fuck, and the nigga is a booty bandit. Dumb bitch probably donât even make the nigga strap up.
Keesha heard the sarcasm in Tashaâs voice. She lowered her eyes in a disgusted gaze. âTake it however you want. Iâm just letting you know Iâm here. From the looks of things, you can use all the friends you can get. Ainât none of these new bitches trying to fuck with you, because you snaked Manolo, and that reputation makes them not trust you. But Iâve been around for a minute. I know the deal. Youâre a real bitch, and us real bitches got to stick together.â
âUm,â Tasha simply said as she sat down and oiled her toned legs. I wish this bitch would keep it moving. If she thinks Iâm about to fall for her fake-ass bullshit lines, sheâs got another think coming.
âI know after your brother died youâve been less talkative. Thatâs fucked up how Halleigh was all up in your face, and now sheâs laid up with the nigga that killed your peoples,â Keesha said, adding insult to injury.
Tasha cringed at the mention of Maury. She wanted to smack the shit out of Keesha for bringing it up. Tasha had gone many sleepless nights thinking of her loss and Halleighâs betrayal. Tasha felt like Halleigh was fake for choosing Malek over their friendship. She would have never chosen a dude over one of her girls. Being in the business she was in, she knew dudes were all the same, and at the end of the day, theyâd choose money over bitches any day. So why should a bitch choose them over anything else?
When Maury was alive, he had strong feelings for Halleigh, and Halleigh was game, until fate brought Malek back into her life. When Maury
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