Ratchet Bitches 2 (13 page)

“Come on in,” the first bouncer said. He knew that ShaKita wasn’t interested and neither was he. He just admired how sexy she was. “There is a minimum of three drinks, just in case you didn’t know. Being that you’re looking so good tonight though, I’ll let you slide on here without paying at the door. He said, directing her through another entrance of the strip club.

“Thank you very much,” ShaKita said, still smiling. She always had the charm of getting in any place for free; especially a club. Going to Dips and Splits wasn’t what she’d planned for the night, but if it would please Bianca then the strip club it was. She immediately stepped over to the bar and ordered two drinks off top.

“May I have two Gypsy Girls,” she said just ready to party the night away while looking at some nice, thick asses swinging on a pole.

“Gypsy Girls,” the bartender said with a smile. She already knew what this chick came in here to do. She immediately fixed the two drinks mixed with Gin, Tequila, Tamarind juice, and Lime juice. “Here you go,” she said.

ShaKita handed over her debit card. “Just hold on to that for me. I will be back.”

“I got’chu,” the cute bartender said. ShaKita grabbed her drinks. She walked past a few guys that were definitely checking her out as she headed to the back of the strip club, wanting to be closer by the dancers on the poles. There she found a booth seat for her and her sisters to parlay. She then messaged Kerry to see where she was. What she didn’t know was that inside the club, Coco was already laid back in a corner, sipping on her a few cocktails and watching her. Neither knew that the other would be there, but Coco wasn’t going to say anything. She just wanted to continue to hide out and spy on her ex to make sure that she wasn’t up to any good. It was still a part of her that felt like ShaKita wasn’t being upfront, but only time would tell.

Meanwhile, Kerry was just pulling up and parking in front of Dips and Splits. Her phone buzzed, indicating that she’d gotten a text message.
I hope this ain’t Justin’s ass, because he’s about to get it.
She thought, looking down at her cell phone to read the message.

Hey Sissy. Where are you? Kita

“Thank God,” Kerry said as she responded back.

I’m out outside about to come in. Kerry

A few seconds later, ShaKita was messaging back as Kerry checked her flawless makeup in the rearview mirror before exiting the car.

Ok good. I’m sitting in the back at a booth seat. Just head to the back, you’ll see me. Kita

K. Kerry

****

On the other side of town, Bianca was inside of her vehicle waiting for Lauren to come out of her house. “What the fuck is taking her so long?” She thought. They’d just hung up the phone and Lauren had told her that she was getting ready to come out, but that was damn near ten minutes ago. “Fuck it; let me go get this bitch.” She whispered, opening up the vehicle door and getting out. As she headed up to the front door she could hear arguing back and forth between Lauren and Rich, but mostly Rich. She quickly rang the doorbell at the same time as knocking. A minute later, Lauren opened the door. She was definitely dressed cute in a long pink and yellow printed Maxi dress, but she looked like she’d been crying.

Bianca instantly frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” she lied as Rich bent the corner with a sour look on his face.

“What up, Bianca?” He nonchalantly spoke.

Bianca just side-eyed the nigga, and then looked back at her sister. “Is this muthafucka fucking with you?” She questioned loud enough so Rich could hear her.

“Noooo,” she lied again. “We’re good. We were just having a lil disagreement.”

“You better be going where you say you’re going,” Rich muttered almost under his breath, but Bianca certainly heard him and pushed Lauren to the side as she entered the house.

“B, not tonight,” Lauren instantly said, attempting to stop her sister from fronting Rich.

Bianca walked straight up to him and pointed her finger in his face. “Uh, excuse me Rich,” she bluntly stated. “Do you have any children around here? My sister has a father, but his name is Roy Ware. Trust, me you ain’t him by a long shot.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Bianca,” he said slurring on his words. He was definitely drunk and she could smell the liquor reeking from his pores.

“To you nigga, that would be Mrs. Bianca,” she said to clarify things. “And again, you don’t run a muthafuckin’ thing around here, but yo drunk ass mouth.”

“Bianca,” Lauren called out like she was trying to save Rich’s ass. “Come on, let’s just go. He’s been drinking and this is so not worth it.” She tugged on Bianca’s arm, trying to make her leave. “You know Kerry and Kita are waiting on us.” Bianca thought about it for a split second, and then turned to leave with her sister not wanting to ruin the night.

“You better listen to your sister’s warnings,” Rich responded like he was the man. Bianca stopped in her tracks and went to face him once again. Lauren’s eyes grew wider, because Bianca was a for sure firecracker. There was not a man or woman alive that scared her and she didn’t mind giving a bitch the business. If a person was going to beat her ass then they’d have to show her first, and even then it would never be over fooling around with her.

Rich had certainly pushed Bianca’s buttons more than he knew as she started in on him again, but this time it was no holds barred.

“Listen, you po’ raised, no good, drunk, powder head, dead beat, ratchet ass bitch,” she said with menacing eyes just ready to smack the shit out of his ass. She’d put one hand in his face and the other hand was in her pocket. What he didn’t’ know was that the sharp switch blade in her pocket was about ten seconds from going across his face as she stood there almost as tall as him with a pair of six inch, metallic patent Manolo Blahnik heels on. She could already envision the blood splatter as she sliced his ass up. Her fitted designer jeans were stylishly cut up, so it was no more harm she could do to them as she stood there ready for war. “Let me tell you something. I don’t know what the fuck you got going on with my sister, but you need not think that you’ll ever disrespect me.” She continued.

“Maaaaan, go ‘head on with that bullshit,” he sluggishly said, trying to fan her off.

Bianca shook her head, knowing that Rich was about to get more than he’d bargained for messing with her. “Don’t get fucked up thinking that it’s sweet over here, because nigga I will fight yo ass like I’m a nigga. This rumble between us won’t be anything nice. I can promise you that!”

“B, please let’s just go,” Lauren cut in, trying to calm Bianca down while pulling her by the arm. She was no fool and she clearly saw Bianca’s hand in her pocket. Bianca was known to walk around with a switch blade or brass knuckles just for unexpected cases like this.

“B, please let’s just go,” Rich mocked Lauren with a light chuckle. “Listen to your sister. I ain’t got time for this,” Rich said, but he too was no fool. He’d heard about Bianca through a couple of people that knew of her. He realized that he could get away with running over Lauren, but Bianca was another case.

“Yeah B, come on. Kerry is messaging my phone now.” Lauren lied again, hoping to distract Bianca so they could leave. Thankfully, this worked. Bianca mean mugged Rich one last time and turned her back to leave.

“I don’t know why you’re with this ratchet ass nigga, anyway.” She said, looking back at him one more time, wishing a nigga would. She made sure he heard every word she said. Rich didn’t say shit as he sat on the sofa with a raunchy look on his face. He was definitely outdone, but Lauren would pay for it later.

****

Forty-five minutes later, Bianca and Lauren were walking in the back of the strip club where Kerry was already seated. Bianca had one drink already, and Lauren had two drinks. She just wanted to get wasted, because thinking about how Rich was feeling right about now scared the shit out of her.

“Hey Sis,” Bianca and Lauren spoke almost in unison.

“Hey you two,” Kerry spoke back. She was definitely feeling pretty good by this point. “What took you two heifa’s so long to get here?” She asked while leaning over the table and putting a dollar bill in one of the strippers thong.

“Somebody’s feeling good,” Lauren quickly said. She was hoping that they didn’t have to answer Kerry’s question. They looked over and saw ShaKita getting a lap dance.

“We got somewhat delayed a bit. I’m sorry,” Bianca responded. Now wasn’t the time to even talk about the confrontation between her and Rich. She cut her eyes over Lauren, indicating that her business was safe for the time being. As Lauren turned up her drink, she figured that Bianca was going to run and tell somebody. She was just hoping that it wouldn’t be to their parent’s.

“I’m glad I did decide to come here.” Kerry said, turning up her third drink of Peach Ciroc and cranberry.  Did you see those fine brothers sitting over there at the next table behind us?”

“I sure did, but I’m a married woman now. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Bianca said with a smile, “But, ain’t nothing wrong with window shopping as long as I ain’t spending no money,” she grinned. “At least not on them,” she said quickly throwing some ones on a sexy stripper as she walked by. “I came here to make it rain, baby!”

Kerry laughed. “Your baby sister did, too.” She said pointing toward the back entrance. ShaKita sat in a chair while getting a lap dance by this red bone, thick chick with long Brazilian weave hanging down her back. ShaKita was throwing dollar bills in the air like she was rich.

“I should’ve known her ass would have some pussy in her face,” Bianca said with a loud chuckle causing Kerry to chuckle, too.

“Lolo, why are you so quiet?” Kerry asked.

“No reason,” Lauren said downing her first drink, and then working on her second one.

I’m in Love With A Stripper by T-Pain
, started to play. In the background they could hear the DJ call Cinnamon & Spice to the stage so they could showcase their skills on the pole together.

“Cinnamon!!!” Bianca yelled out, pulling out some more dollar bills. This caused Kerry to stray away from questioning Lauren some more as Tessa walked out on the stage.

“Is that Tessa?” Lauren asked with an impressed expression on her face. “Is she Cinnamon?”

“Yup,” Bianca responded, sipping a little bit of her drink.

“Damn, I didn’t know that bitch was that fine.” Lauren commented with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Hell, me either.” Kerry said, admiring Tessa’s thick thighs, small waist, large round ass, and cute face. She stepped out on the stage in nothing but a rainbow colored thong on and grabbed the pole. She started swinging around it with one hand as her legs gripped the bottom of it. She placed her other hand on the pole and pulled herself up it while popping her ass at the men below. They were definitely making it rain dollar bills, five’s, and twenty’s. From what the sisters could tell, Tessa actually was stealing the show. While she was up the pole doing her thing, Spice joined her. After a good fifteen minutes, together they’d done tricks, dips, and splits all while grinding on each other from time to time but still on the pole.

“Daaamn, my girl is serious.” Bianca said, now on her second drink.

“You ain’t never lied,” Lauren said as she peeked down at her phone, realizing that she’d gotten a text.

Hey Boo, how have you been? Jamal

Lauren contemplated for a split second, and then decided to text him back.

I’m okay. Lolo

I’m coming home and I want to see you & my son. Is that possible? Jamal

Lauren knew that Jamal was no good for her. However, with Rich acting a fool right now it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Maybe. Lolo

Maybe is better than no. You good, tho? Jamal

Yeah. Lolo

I’ll hit you up when I’m in town. Jamal

K. Lolo

“Let me out,” Lauren told Bianca. “I need about three more of these drinks.” She said, wanting to feel lit for the night. Jamal messaging her at that moment had her caught up in her feelings.

Kerry leaned over to talk to Bianca. “What’s up with Lolo tonight?”

Bianca shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but what I do know is that I’m heading to this stage and throw my girl a few of these dubs. Fuck the dollars. The more money she makes, the quicker her ass can get outta my house,” she teased causing Kerry to laugh.

“Hell, I’m coming with you.” Kerry said still laughing as they headed toward the stage.

Meanwhile, ShaKita was enjoying her lap dances as poor Coco was still scoping out the scene. She felt better to see the Ware sister’s with her, but she definitely wasn’t feeling all the attention ShaKita was getting from the women that surrounded her.

I should walk over there, but then I’ll seem desperate.
She thought, sipping on her fifth drink. She was definitely feeling good, but feeling good had her wanting to get ‘bout it ‘bout it.
She’s probably just in here trying to get over our break-up.
She thought, attempting to sike herself out. She tapped her cousin that she’d come with on the shoulder.

She leaned over toward her cousin. “Aye, are you ready to go? I think I’ve had enough of this tonight.”

“Shit, I’m ready when you’re ready. You’re the one that wanted to come here. You know I’m strictly dickly. Are you ready now, because your ex is over there with those women around her?” Her cousin asked.

“Naaah, I’ve just had way too many drinks and I think it’s time to take it in.” She said, but inside she was definitely sad and feeling some type of way. ShaKita was acting like a woman that had been single for months.

“Hold up.” Her cousin said, admiring the tall, good looking brother that passed their table. He had on a New York fitted, navy blue cap turned to the back and a tatted up sleeve. The diamonds sparkled in his ears, showcasing his handsome smile when he turned their way. He was definitely some sweet eye candy.

“Damn,” Coco said also enjoying the view. She was never into men; had never had a dick in her thirty-two years of life, but this sexy man could get it. “Who is that? I’ve never seen him around these parts of town?”