Durty South Grind by L. E. Newell Page B

hadn’t served the bitch with the stuff he’d left with her.
    â€œShe counted out about sixty bucks but you need to go on and handle her now because she’s about to roll. You know how folks get when they down to their last coins and don’t want to share that last hit with nobody.”
    He didn’t really care who she was talking about but nodded anyway and followed her.
    She continued, “Oh yeah, a couple of folks called and they’ll be over within the hour, so how much you holding?”
    â€œEnough,” he stated flatly, knowing this slick bitch was figuring how much she could angle.
    She squinted. “Hell, that’ll do, I guess.” The telephone in the living room rang and she twisted away to go answer it. “Yeah, uh-huh, it’s still here. How long you gonna be, girlfriend? Damn, you at the BP; shit, you didn’t have to call if you that close. Girl, the shit is the bomb. You know it’s good or I wouldn’t have called you. …Uh-huh, uh-huh, well, I ain’t playing none this time. Naw, I don’t think so, then again you might know him; yoass be everywhere. Hey, fuck dat, you can do whatever with him when you get here. Come on, girl, I done told you the shit be good. Looka here, I ain’t gonna argue with ya all night; you’ll see when you get here. I’ll unlock the door, just come on to the back. …Yeah, Violet was here. Matter of fact the bitch just left a couple of minutes ago. …Yeah, uh-huh, bye.”
    A couple of minutes later the door burst open with the sound of three yakking females. Sparkle and Dee got up off the couch together and met them at the door. One pale redbone and two jet-black sweeties came fast-stepping in, waving dollars. They stopped and eyed Sparkle from head to toe. The shortest one sporting a curly top cut close around the ears, wrinkled her nose, smiled and said, “Hmm-hmm, bitch, I know what your stank ass been doing.”
    Dee bobbled her head and spat, “Fuck you, ho, whatcha want?”
    â€œName’s Missy, mister, this impolite-ass ho ain’t got no manners,” she purred with ghetto swag and held out three fifty-dollar bills like she was used to slinging large sums around. He gave her three big boulders. She examined the rocks, looked him up and down and tilted her head back. She then harumphed and stepped past them toward the first bedroom.
    Palebone looked over her shoulder before she stepped into the room. “Ugh, it sho smell nasty in here. Damn, slim, you must’ve tore that bitch’s pussy up.”
    Dee gritted and pulled the door shut before going into the hall bathroom.
    He had served the girls a few more times by the time Dee came out looking and smelling fresh. He had already made up his mind to tap that ass as often as he could. The way she was looking now put a mortal lock on that thought.
    She tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek. “JJ just called; said he’dbe by in a few minutes and for you to be ready to roll when he honks.”
    It dawned on him that he didn’t have the cell phone in his jacket pocket that JJ had given him. He looked down to see it in her hand. He started to say something when she beat him to it. “Here, you left it on the bed before you left to meet him the first time, and I put it in my pocket.”
    He stared at her as she leaned back, batting her eyes. “Damn, soldier, I’m sorry.” She lowered her gaze. “It slipped my mind when those hoes wrinkled their noses at me. I’m sorry, man; forgive me, okay.” She came closer and sniffed at his chin.
    He smiled.
This is a real slick bitch, for real.
    â€œWhere he at?” He spoke over the top of her head.
    â€œHe didn’t say.” She breathed on his neck and arched her pelvis against him.
    Before she could get back in the lust groove, he heard the horn outside. It was time to blow, so he made his play to lock her in. Folding his hand