The Grind Don't Stop by L. E. Newell

where their customers come to score. Shit, partner, this ain’t the first time some of my whores done got their asses kicked, know what I’m saying. Shit, that’s why I allow them to stay in the clique. The hoes got heart, dog; the hoes got heart.”
    Knowing his boy’s coldhearted attitude toward hoes that had fallen into his love trap, Sparkle hunched his shoulders, laid his head back on the rest and remained silent for the rest of the ride.
    Duke’s ride was nowhere to be seen when they pulled into the club’s parking lot. But they did see three girls raising holy hell in ‘B’‘s New Yorker. Sparkle leaned toward Rainbow’s side of the car. “Man, who are those loud-ass hoes making all that racket in our boy’s ride?”
    Rainbow shook a cigarette out of the pack on the dashboard and lit it up before he answered through a haze of blue smoke and between long drags. “Bro, them bitches is Yolanda’s sisters; your girl Violet’s crazy-ass nieces.”
    Sparkle leaned back in the seat and folded his arms across his chest. “Man, you mean you telling me that Violet’s got some crazy-ass nieces to boot? Come to think of it, that little red one, the one that looks like that honey Dawn Robinson who sings with En Vogue, was with her that night I met her at Dee’s the day I got out. Uh-huh, that saucy little thing has got one jazzy-ass mouth, dog.”
    Rainbow tilted his head to the side. “Hmmphed, my nigga, all them hoes there has a jazzy-ass mouth. Shit must be deep in thegenes or something, especially that dark-skinned one. Man, oh man, that bitch Nita Bug, my nigga, that ho there’s got the nastiest mouth I’ve ever heard on a bitch. And you know that I done known my share of bitches, partner.”
    Sparkle turned his head back toward the arguing trio. “Damn, that ho must be really foul, for sure then.”
    â€œShe is dog, she certainly is.”
    The girls walked away from the car and headed toward the club’s entrance ahead of them, still raising holy hell.
    As soon as they walked through the door, they spotted ‘B’ in a conversation with Big Bertha, Junior, Laurie and Pinkie. The three sisters strode right up to his table still spitting some dumb female nonsense.
    â€˜B’ must’ve been into some serious kicking it because no sooner had they reached him, he gritted on them and slammed the beer mug on the table to get their attention. “What the fuck y’all hoes think this is? Bringing y’all asses to my table with all that clucking bullshit up in my ear like I need to hear that shit, for real.”
    The two redbones shut up, but Nita Bug, true to her nature, had to speak. “Nigga, we…” That’s all she got out before ‘B’ dashed the mug of beer in her face, followed quickly by a backhand upside her head.
    Nita Bug, the true warrior princess that she was, stumbled back a few feet, yelling, “Muthafucka, who the...” He cut her short when he stood up like he’d been shot out of a cannon and hit her with an elbow straight in the nose, grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her head first into the side of the stage.
    â€œSee there, bitch, always running your stanky mouth when you know that nigga there, stupid.”
    Baybay, the older and thicker of the three, hollered at her baby sister in a much too gravelly voice for a girl. She was about to addsomething a little nastier before Rainbow came up from behind and slapped her upside the head, grabbed her by the back of her neck and yelled in her ear, “Biatch, that goes for your stank ass, too; shut the fuck up.”
    Baybay was not only the oldest; she was the most timid and got the message real quick, put on the chill and slunk over to a nearby table and sat down. She knew from past experience of being one of Rainbow’s hoes that he would break her down real fast. She’d said enough. Nita