umm," Delicious coughed, clearing his throat.
"My bad, Meesa, this is Mo, my best friend, and Mo, as you know, this is my sister Meesa."
"Nice to meet you." Meesa smiled giving Mo a friendly hug.
"It's nice to meet you, too, girl. Love the shoes."
"Thank you. They're cute but they're killin' the hell outta my feet."
"Oh ... okay I see y'all wanna play games. Hi, I'm Delicious, gurl . Mina's other best friend." Delicious stuck out his hand for a handshake.
"Hi, Delicious," Meesa giggled. "I have heard so much about you from my sister."
"I hope nothing bad?"
"Well only that you like to impersonate Beyonce and Ciara."
"What I tell you about tellin' my business?" Delicious turned his attention to Mina and poked her in the forehead.
"Nigga, quit frontin', you know you can't wait to show her your routine."
"You know me so well." He laughed, placing his hand on his chest.
"Girl, guess who I just ran into while me and Meesa was out?" Mina continued, taking a seat.
"Who?" Mo questioned.
"Girl, Tori. Why is she working at Bakers in the Galleria?"
"What? Where is Tony?"
"Apparently locked up doing a ten to twenty-five year bid."
"You know what? You're right. I did hear about that big drug bust in Wellston. That's fucked up."
"Ain't it." Mina shook her head.
"She workin' at Bakers? That nigga was caked up. He ain't leave her no money?"
"Girl, the Feds got everything. That bitch ain't got a pot to piss in."
"That's why I am sooo happy Black got out of the life. If he got locked up, I don't know what I would do," Meesa jumped in.
"I feel you. I try tellin' my fiance the same thing. But anyway, on a lighter note, what y'all gettin' into tonight?" Mo asked them both.
"Nothing much," Mina answered.
"Now come on, Mina, you know we gotta reacquaint Meesa with the city."
"What you got in mind, lil' mama?"
"Well me and Delicious are going to the Loft tonight so y'all might as well come too."
"That does sound fun," Meesa said excitedly.
"Yeah it does. I'm in, what about you, Mee?"
"Hell yeah, I need to have as much fun as I can. Having two kids under the age of five ain't no joke."
"I know that's right, so it's set. We about to tear the Loft up!" It was going on midnight when the girls got to the club.
As they pulled up in Mo's truck they saw that all the ballas were out that night. Mo's anthem, " Conceited " by Remy Ma, was blaring through the speakers as they sauntered their way into the club.
Every last one of them, including Delicious, was dressed to kill. They got much attention as they entered the spot. Mina and Meesa wore similar dresses, except Mina's was made by Juicy and Meesa's was designed by her clothing company Miss A. Delicious didn't look too bad himself. He donned a fitted Lacoste polo shirt and jeans. For once he left his girlie wear at home.
Not to be outdone, Mo rocked the hell out a black mini-dress by Catherine Malandrino. Her long, silky, coffee-colored legs were in full effect for everyone to see, and the gold slide-in Manolo Blahnik heels complimented them even more.
Instead of wearing her hair down, she wore it pulled to the side in a bun. Gold angel wing earrings were in her ears and a long gold necklace with an angel wing pendent adorned her neck.
Dudes kept on trying to get Mo's attention as she made her way through the club, but her mind was on the bar. She was dying for a glass of Hpnotiq. Mo flagged down the bartender, but just as she was about to place her order, she was rudely interrupted.
"Yo, my man, let me get a Hennessy and coke," a guy asked, butting her.
"Umm excuse me, but did you not see me standing here?" she snapped, checking him.
"Oh my bad, lil' mama." The guy turned toward Mo, giving her his full attention. He was instantly taken aback by her beauty. Her long, lean, cocoa thighs and legs were hypnotizing his eyes. Mo, by far, was the baddest chick up in the club.
He had to put in his bid and try his hand with her.
"Like I was saying, my bad. I ain't even see you
"My bad, Meesa, this is Mo, my best friend, and Mo, as you know, this is my sister Meesa."
"Nice to meet you." Meesa smiled giving Mo a friendly hug.
"It's nice to meet you, too, girl. Love the shoes."
"Thank you. They're cute but they're killin' the hell outta my feet."
"Oh ... okay I see y'all wanna play games. Hi, I'm Delicious, gurl . Mina's other best friend." Delicious stuck out his hand for a handshake.
"Hi, Delicious," Meesa giggled. "I have heard so much about you from my sister."
"I hope nothing bad?"
"Well only that you like to impersonate Beyonce and Ciara."
"What I tell you about tellin' my business?" Delicious turned his attention to Mina and poked her in the forehead.
"Nigga, quit frontin', you know you can't wait to show her your routine."
"You know me so well." He laughed, placing his hand on his chest.
"Girl, guess who I just ran into while me and Meesa was out?" Mina continued, taking a seat.
"Who?" Mo questioned.
"Girl, Tori. Why is she working at Bakers in the Galleria?"
"What? Where is Tony?"
"Apparently locked up doing a ten to twenty-five year bid."
"You know what? You're right. I did hear about that big drug bust in Wellston. That's fucked up."
"Ain't it." Mina shook her head.
"She workin' at Bakers? That nigga was caked up. He ain't leave her no money?"
"Girl, the Feds got everything. That bitch ain't got a pot to piss in."
"That's why I am sooo happy Black got out of the life. If he got locked up, I don't know what I would do," Meesa jumped in.
"I feel you. I try tellin' my fiance the same thing. But anyway, on a lighter note, what y'all gettin' into tonight?" Mo asked them both.
"Nothing much," Mina answered.
"Now come on, Mina, you know we gotta reacquaint Meesa with the city."
"What you got in mind, lil' mama?"
"Well me and Delicious are going to the Loft tonight so y'all might as well come too."
"That does sound fun," Meesa said excitedly.
"Yeah it does. I'm in, what about you, Mee?"
"Hell yeah, I need to have as much fun as I can. Having two kids under the age of five ain't no joke."
"I know that's right, so it's set. We about to tear the Loft up!" It was going on midnight when the girls got to the club.
As they pulled up in Mo's truck they saw that all the ballas were out that night. Mo's anthem, " Conceited " by Remy Ma, was blaring through the speakers as they sauntered their way into the club.
Every last one of them, including Delicious, was dressed to kill. They got much attention as they entered the spot. Mina and Meesa wore similar dresses, except Mina's was made by Juicy and Meesa's was designed by her clothing company Miss A. Delicious didn't look too bad himself. He donned a fitted Lacoste polo shirt and jeans. For once he left his girlie wear at home.
Not to be outdone, Mo rocked the hell out a black mini-dress by Catherine Malandrino. Her long, silky, coffee-colored legs were in full effect for everyone to see, and the gold slide-in Manolo Blahnik heels complimented them even more.
Instead of wearing her hair down, she wore it pulled to the side in a bun. Gold angel wing earrings were in her ears and a long gold necklace with an angel wing pendent adorned her neck.
Dudes kept on trying to get Mo's attention as she made her way through the club, but her mind was on the bar. She was dying for a glass of Hpnotiq. Mo flagged down the bartender, but just as she was about to place her order, she was rudely interrupted.
"Yo, my man, let me get a Hennessy and coke," a guy asked, butting her.
"Umm excuse me, but did you not see me standing here?" she snapped, checking him.
"Oh my bad, lil' mama." The guy turned toward Mo, giving her his full attention. He was instantly taken aback by her beauty. Her long, lean, cocoa thighs and legs were hypnotizing his eyes. Mo, by far, was the baddest chick up in the club.
He had to put in his bid and try his hand with her.
"Like I was saying, my bad. I ain't even see you
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