Gutta Mamis (9 page)

“Yeah, ahight.” Roni sucked her teeth. Feeling double-teamed, Roni got up and stomped toward the bathroom like an upset child.

“Jas, you need to talk to that bitch. I'd hate to have to slap the shit outta her ass in here.”

Jasmine burst out laughing. “Bitch, please. It ain't enough muthafuckas in here to get Roni off yo ass!”

“Whatever!” Kita dipped her hand into her purse. When she pulled it back out, she was clutching a pearl-handled switchblade. “I'll carve her ass up in here!”

Jasmine stopped laughing immediately. She didn't care about them arguing, but she drew the line at them doing bodily harm to one another. “We don't hurt each other; we hurt the enemy,” Jasmine sternly said.

“Damn, Jas, I was playing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Anyway, you really need to talk to her. She altered the plan today and could have gotten us knocked.”

This got Jasmine's attention. If it was one thing that she hated was doing dumb shit when it came to business. “What happened?”

After the bartender returned and set the bottle of champagne on the counter in front of them, Kita proceeded to tell Jasmine about Roni's stunt. Jasmine felt her temperature rising and when Roni came back, Jasmine's mood had changed.

“Let me get this shit straight, Miss Al Capone. You jumped yo ass out of the cover of a stolen truck in broad daylight and let off rounds? Bitch, are you fuckin' stupid?”

Roni shot an evil glare at Kita, who sat there with a smirk on her face.

“Couldn't wait ta tell it, could you, Henry Hill? Ol' snitchin'-ass heffa. You sure we can trust this hoe, Jas? She might crack under pressure, cut a deal, and dime our asses out!”

Kita quickly gave her the finger.

“Yeah, I do trust her. And I wanna trust you, Roni, but you gettin' a little reckless.”

“What you mean, you
wanna
trust me? You don't?” snapped Roni.

“I trust you not to snitch. But like I said, you startin' ta lose focus
and we can't be doing no shit like that. Hell, you want all of us to get twenty years?”

Roni sat there, still staring at Kita. She was pissed that Kita had snitched on her.

“Look, Roni, I ain't tryin' ta turn you into a choirgirl. All I'm sayin' is ease up on the crazy shit, ahight?”

“Ahight,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Cool. Now gimme some fuckin' love, homegirls.” Jasmine grabbed the two of them in a head lock. “Shit, I just got out; I wanna have some fuckin' fun tonight!”

Jasmine turned up the bottle of champagne and drank it like she hadn't had a drop of liquid in years.

Kita held out her fist to Roni in an attempt to solidify their friendship. “We cool, girl?”

“Yeah, I guess so, bitch,” she said, smiling. She was still upset with her but didn't want to ruin the night for Jasmine.

50 Cent's old school jam, “In Da Club,” came on and everyone in the place broke their necks trying to get on the dance floor. While Kita and Jasmine played the bar, downing the liquor, Roni went to the dance floor searching for someone to take home. She didn't make it two steps before she spotted a fine, bowlegged, light-skinned thing coochie-popping in the middle of the floor. To her surprise, the girl motioned for her to join her.

She didn't have to ask twice as Roni made her way through the crowd and bounced up on her. The girl quickly put her arms around Roni's waist and pulled her close.

“What's yo' name, boo?” Roni asked her.

“Randi,” the woman seductively replied.

“Well, Randi, my name is Roni, and I would just love to take you home tonight and do some things to you.”

“Damn, slow down, Roni. We just fuckin' met. I could be a damn serial killer,” she said, laughing.

“I ain't worried about no shit like that. I can more than handle myself.”

For the remainder of the song the two women rubbed and grinded on each other. Randi's sweet-smelling perfume had Roni hotter than a firecracker. When she reached down, grabbed Roni's hand, and rubbed it across her clit, Roni practically lost it. She wanted to finger-fuck her right there on the dance floor. Randi stopped short of letting Roni stick her finger inside of her. She was teasing the hell out of Roni and Roni couldn't stand it.

I'ma eat the hell outta this pussy tonight,
she thought.

When the song was over, Roni invited her back to the bar so she could meet Kita and Jasmine. They had already killed one bottle of Cristal and were now working on a second one.

“Damn, y'all finished with that entire bottle already?”

“Girl, you know we don't fuck around,” Kita said.

Jasmine eyed Randi suspiciously. She didn't like meeting new people because she didn't trust many people. When Roni took a little too long to introduce her, Jasmine cleared her throat.

“Oh shit, my bad, Jas. This is Randi. Randi, these my homegirls, Jasmine and Kita.”

“Sup?” Kita said dryly.

Jasmine looked at Randi and cocked her head to the side. “Don't I know you from somewhere?”

“I doubt it,” Randi said. “I'm new in town and this is the first time I done had a chance to get out.”

Jasmine stared at her for a minute. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she was sure that she had seen this bitch somewhere before. When nothing registered to her, she simply shrugged her shoulders and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Kita grabbed the bottle and poured Randi a glass of champagne.

“Well, since you here, you might as well have a fuckin' drink with us.”

“Thank you.”

As the four women talked and drank, Roni couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Randi. Every now and then Randi would rub up against Roni, teasing her on purpose. She was leaving no doubt as to what her sexual preference was. Tired of the games, Roni made her move.

“Yo, ma, you ready to bounce? Let's blow this joint and go have some real fun.”

“What?” Kita jumped in. “Damn, Roni, our homegirl just got outta jail and you tryin' to roll out on us early for a lick of the clit?”

“Kita, you really need to mind yo muthafuckin' bidness!”

Randi snickered under her breath. She thought it was funny how the two friends were arguing amongst each other.

“I gotta take a piss,” Roni said, before storming off to the bathroom.

As soon as she left, Kita turned a cold stare on Randi. “You mind tellin' me jus' what the fuck is so funny?”

“I wasn't laughing.” Randi attempted to suppress a smile.

“Bullshit! You think I didn't hear that little snicker? You may have my girl twisted, but I don't trust bitches I don't know.”

Crossing her arms and leaning back in a defiant pose, Randi stared Kita dead in the eyes. “And I don't trust hoes that talk shit to me and don't know me.”

Before the situation could escalate any further, Jasmine stepped in and calmed her friend down. “Kita, cool out.”

Reluctantly, Kita backed down. She didn't know or trust this broad, but she also didn't want to make the crew hot by fucking up some bitch in a club.

Jasmine turned her attention back to Randi. “I apologize for my girl's outburst, but we grew up together and she just don't wanna see our friend get hurt.”

“I understand.” Randi matched Jasmine's stare. “I'm not trying to hurt anybody. I'm jus' lookin' for a good time.” Randi reached into her back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with her cell phone number on it. “And I certainly don't want to come between lifelong
friends.”

The way she said
friends
instantly told Jasmine that she was trying to be a smart ass, probably assuming that all three women were gay.

“Could you please give Roni this and tell her to give me a call? I really would appreciate it.” Randi made sure to hand the slip of paper to Jasmine and not Kita. She knew that Roni would have never gotten it if it were up to her. “It was nice meeting you,” she said as Jasmine took the note from her.

Without saying another word, Randi turned on her heel and walked away. When Roni returned, she immediately got mad at Kita, whom she figured had chased Randi off.

“Where Randi go?” she asked, staring at Kita.

“The fuck you askin' me for, bitch?”

“ 'Cause I know yo ass probably had somethin' to do wit her leaving; that's why!”

“What? Bitch, you crazy! I ain't give a fuck if the bitch left or stayed!”

“You know what?” Jasmine rubbed her temples. “You two bitches are really starting to get on my nerves. Let's jus' call this shit a night, get together in the morning, and map out the next hit. Matter of fact,” she said, thinking, “since we didn't get a chance to finish that last job, let's hit that bitch up in a couple o' nights. We can't do it right now 'cause the PoPo gonna be all over that bitch
for the moment. But it should be cleared out for the taking in a few days. We can hit the bitch late night. It ain't like it's gonna be somebody there. We can roll in around two-thirty in the morning, get our snatch on, and roll the fuck out!”

“Why so late at night, though?” Roni asked.

“Because by that time, the nosey-ass neighbors should be asleep and we don't have to worry about them calling the man and tellin' 'em that somebody is rambling around in the house where two murders have taken place!”

“That's what's up,” Kita said. “The Get Money Bitches are back in effect!”

“Here. Sandy, or Randi, or whatever the bitch name is, left you her cell number.” Jasmine handed Roni the slip of paper.

After sliding the note into her pocket, Roni, along with the rest of the crew, decided to raise a toast to getting more money. Roni's mind, however, was moving in a slightly different direction. With the sweet scent of Randi's perfume still lingering in her nostrils, she almost came on herself thinking about tasting her.

Randi watched through hateful eyes as the GMBs left the club. She smirked as she watched the tipsy women half-walk, half-stumble to their rides. It would be easy to take out one of them tonight, but she was determined to stick to her plan. She wanted the entire crew to suffer.

As Roni pulled into the flow of traffic, Randi followed three car-lengths behind her. When Roni finally pulled into the driveway of her rancher-style home, Randi made a mental note of the address and kept going. Roni would have no idea that she was being followed. Jasmine was a clever bitch and would have picked up on being tailed in a heartbeat. Kita was so paranoid that she would have been looking in the mirror the whole time so Randi made the wise decision to follow the weakest link. She would soon use her pussy to make Roni even weaker.

As soon as Jasmine entered her living room, she realized something wasn't right. Everything seemed in order, but Jasmine wasn't buying it. Her senses were still sharpened and being in jail had done nothing but honed them even more. She calmly reached into her purse and palmed the nickel-plated three-eighty she kept
in there. Then she slowly and quietly removed the pumps that she had worn for the evening. Holding the pistol down by her side, her heart began to race as she heard movement in her bedroom and noticed that the lamp on her nightstand was on.

Easing up to the door to her bedroom, Jasmine pushed the door opened, aimed, and fired. The naked man that was lying in her bed grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed and covered his head as if that would keep the bullet from shattering his skull.

“Gotdammit, Jasmine!” screamed the man as Jasmine cracked up laughing. “You tryin' ta give a nigga a heart attack?”

“You trying ta make a bitch shoot yo dick off?” Jasmine countered. “I keep tellin' yo ass to let me know when you gon' be all up in my spot. I also remember tellin' yo ass earlier that I was gon' be kickin' it wit my girls and that I would text yo ass when I got home, Tony.”

“Woman, yo ass coulda killed a nigga!”

“How many times do I have to tell yo ass that I never keep one in the chamber? That's how muthafuckas accidently shoot they fuckin' self. Now, like I was sayin', nigga. Didn't I tell yo ass to let a bitch know when you was gon' be chillin' in my spot?”

“Yeah, I know, baby. I just couldn't wait to get some of that sweet-tastin' punany. Shit, it's been over two months. Plus, I didn't want my wife to hear my cell phone buzz and start trippin'.”

Jasmine popped her lips as she put away her gun. “Nigga, please. You ain't been worrying 'bout what that bitch say. Why you worrying 'bout it now?”

“Jasmine, she's my wife. I can show her some respect.”

Three seconds of silence was followed an outburst of laughter by both parties.

“Yeah, okay,” Jasmine said. “And when is the last time the bitch let you fuck her?”

Before Tony could answer, Jasmine strutted into the bathroom and closed the door. She didn't mind sharing Tony for the time being; she was too busy with trying to make a come-up to be bothered with a clingy-ass man. As long as he provided her with some quick, eleven-inch dick and useful information, she was more than satisfied. Just thinking about Tony lying in her bed with a rock-hard dick got Jasmine's juices to flowing. It had been over two months since she felt the penetrating stabs of Tony's thick anaconda between her thighs. After taking a quick shower, Jasmine rubbed Tony's favorite vanilla-scented fragrance all over her body.