comfortable to do and say anything she pleased around me.
"Hell no, I'm not about to sit at a table with a bunch of niggas and ain't none of them my man."
"Stop being so uptight, it doesn't hurt to play a little bit as long as you know where to draw the line. I'm committed to Jamal, and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that."
"I hear you, Nina, but still. If they want to talk to us they can come over here." I don't know if the niggas read my lips or were just mind readers, but before I even completed my sentence three of the guys strolled over to our table.
"How you ladies doing?" The ring leader said as he extended his arm. Nina shook his hand and I just nodded my head and smiled. Shoot, I didn't know what he had been touching on before he came over to see us. "Can we have a seat?"
"Sure," Nina responded before I had an opportunity to shut them down. But it was a good thing they came over. Now I could see how far Nina planned on taking her so-called flirtation. "I'm Nina, and this is Precious."
"How you doing fellas?" I asked casually.
"Better after meeting you ladies. I'm Keith and these are my boys, Jalen and Mark."
"What's up?" the once mute fellas said.
I finally took a good look at the three men and they all had the same style; jeans, a button-up shirt, fresh sneakers and enough bling between them to open up their own jewelry store. They were a variation of browns with low cut hair. Each was above average in the looks department, but nothing to make you wanna write home to your mama about.
"So, what do you ladies do?" Keith asked.
"I'm a model. I do music videos and stuff like that."
Then Keith looked at me waiting for my answer.
"I don't do anything."
"What, you somebody baby mama or something, sitting back collecting checks?"
"Yes I am collecting checks as a matter of fact, but I ain't anybody's baby mama. How many do you have, while we're on the subject?"
"What you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, how many baby mamas do you have, Keith? Is that question clear enough for you?" The nerve of that nigga stepping to me asking me a question like that, and now he wanna act like he don't understand when I throw the shit back at him. Even if I was sitting back collecting checks as somebody's baby mama, it wouldn't be none of his business.
"Yeah it's clear. I actually got three."
"Three kids or three baby mamas?"
"Three baby mamas." Jalen and Mark chuckled a little bit.
"Seems you've been a busy bee. Are they sitting back and collecting checks from you?" I asked sarcastically.
"I'm a NBA player. I make plenty of dough, so all my kids are straight."
"Good for them. Make sure you keep making that money, `cause you have a few mouths to feed."
"Anyway, back to you." Keith got the hint and started his conversation back up with Nina. See, that was the reason I didn't fuck with athletes. Most of them are some real soft niggas. They were pampered all through high school and then college. They expect everybody to kiss they ass. Then when they go pro and make all these millions, the ego becomes out of control. Because they was too busy practicing their hoop game they never truly had to get their hustle on in the streets. I had no time for dudes like that. A bitch like me would have to cut one of them when they crossed my path on some simpleass shit. Then my face would be spread across every paper in America. Nah, I was better off with my thug niggas.
"So you got a man or what?" One of Keith's friends asked me. I couldn't remember if he was Jalen or Mark, but I knew he might be the one with a little gangsta in him if he was still thirsty for me after I checked his friend.
"No, I'm single."
"We're playing the Knicks tomorrow, and then we fly out. Can I get your number and maybe you can come visit me, since you said you don't really do nothing but collect checks?" We both started laughing.
"Yeah, I did say that didn't I?"
"No doubt, but that's cool. I don't know if you're into basketball, but I can leave some
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