Retribution by Cairo

diamond bangles clacking as she claps her hands. “And the Oscar goes to…bitch, boom! You better pop you a molly ‘n’ spark you a goddamn blunt ‘n’ get yo’ mind right. What’s done is done.”
    I lean forward, covering my face in my hands. Then look at the two of them. “This shit is crazy. Booty, how in the hell did you even get caught up with JT in the first place? And please don’t sit there and tell me you were doing this all for me. You saw an opportunity and you ran with it.”
    Booty blinks her long lashes. “Now, wait a minute, Miss Pasha, girl. Sounds like you tryna do me, sugah-boo. I wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout that coon-ass nigga. But the nigga stayed in my face, okay. And yeah, I saw me an opportunity. And what? A bitch like me is always lookin’ to come-up. I stay lookin’ to get to the next level of hood fabulousness, okay. But that’s besides the point.”
    I huff. “Well then. How about you get to the point.”
    She says JT had been pressing her for a minute, but that she kept igging him. Until, one night when he, Jasper, and Stax were down at the Crack House, and he tried to get at her, again.
    â€œAfter a few drinks, it was on. I was droppin’ this ass up on him on the dance floor, then next thing I know, he’s tellin’ me how he wants me to be his. I told the nigga to show me the money ’cause Booty wasn’t fuckin’ no nigga for free, especially no crazy-ass nigga like him. And you already know I love me a nigga with long dingdong and long dollars. I knew that coon-bitch had both. And I wanted me a lil taste.
    â€œLike I said, I saw it as a way to run the nigga’s pockets. Shit, abitch gotta keep her heels and handbags up. So yeah, I wanted to line my purse with his paper. Still, I thought it was gonna be a one-time fuck. But the dick was good, and the nigga’s pockets were plentiful. Once I put this booty heat up on that nigga, he started talkin’ that talk, tellin’ me he wanted to keep me on-call. It costs to keep Booty, okay. And you know on-call means you tryna keep my purse lined with that greenery, ohhhkaaay. And I don’t mean weed. So I decided to make the nigga one of my sponsors since he said he wanted to keep gettin’ all this crack-crack. I got the nigga-coon sprung on this booty heat.”
    I sit up on the edge of my desk. “Again, you saw it as an opportunity for you . So why did you feel the need to get information out of him, or anyone else about me, especially after I told you to leave it alone?”
    She cuts her eyes at me. “Now wait a minute, Miss Pasha, girl. Don’t you start showin’ ya ass, sugah-boo. Somebody needed to get shit poppin’ ’cause ya ass actin’ all sugary ‘n’ sweet like you scared to get them hands dirty. I know you ain’t no pussy-soft bitch, Miss Pasha, girl.” She cuts her eyes over at Mona. “Unlike some bitches, you got street bitch in ya blood, sugah-boo. But you actin’ like you all scared to pull her outta the closet. No, Miss Pasha, girl, it’s time you pull that bitch out ‘n’ turn up the gas on them niggas, goddammit. I know you said stay outta it. Sugah-boo, boom! Booty do what the fuck she want.
    â€œAnd ain’t no goddamn way I wasn’t gonna stay outta shit when I ain’t like how niggas was tryna do you. Don’t no-goddamn-body shit on you. And I ain’t like how that nigga-coon came up in here tellin’ you to suck his dingaling. Why you think I told you I was gonna have my goonies be on alert when that Hill Harper-lookin’ nigga came up in your shop ‘n’ tried to do you? ’Cause the streetswere talkin’, sugah-boo. And what they was sayin’ wasn’t cute. And neither was the shit Miss FeFe was tossin’ up on you. So, like it or not, I did it ’cause you my damn boo, Miss Pasha, girl. Unlike