“Yo, hook a nigga up with ya girl.”
“You silly as hell, nigga,” I said, laughin’. “She’s off limits.”
He didn’t get the hint. “I ain’t tryna marry her gold-diggin’ ass; I just wanna get in them drawers.”
I rolled my eyes. “Drop dead, nigga,” I said, catchin’ Chanel givin’ me the eye. She ice-grilled Cash.
“Yo, that’s fucked up. But it’s all good.”
“Whatever,” I said, lookin’ over at the niggas ’round the table. “Me and my girl got next.” Chanel looked at me, then smirked. She knew what it was. We was ’bout to run ’em.
“Bitch,” Chanel snapped, puttin’ her hand on her hip, “what the hell you doin’? You know I can’t play no fuckin’ pool.”
“So what,” I said, “I ain’t that good either, but we can still get it in.”
I peeped all the niggas ’round the pool table had stopped talkin’ and the niggas who were shootin’ pool were now standin’ with they sticks in they hands, lookin’ all bug-eyed ’n shit at me.
I laughed. “What, ya’ll niggas scared to play with two dime bitches?”
“Dig, beautiful,” this cross-eyed nigga rockin’ a navy-blue Yankee fitted cocked to the side said, “I don’t mean no harm, but maybe you and ya girl might wanna come back when ya got ya game up.”
A few niggas laughed.
“No harm taken,” I said, eyein’ him with my hand on my hip. “Like I said, me and my girl got next.”
Cash and a few other niggas laughed.
“Rack ’em up, then, baby,” this short, cock-diesel-type nigga with shoulder-length dreads said. “I’m ’bout to house ya fine ass.”
I eyed him real easy-like. He was a brown-skinned cutie with a thick neck; definitely fuckable, but my clit didn’t jump so I knew his paper wasn’t long enough to handle a bitch like me. “Oh, is that right, little man?”
“Little man? Yeah, okay. But I got a big stick,” he drawled.
“With little-ass balls,” I said back. “And a big-ass mouth. And you’se ’bout to get the snot whipped outta ya.”
His boys laughed.
“Oh, looks like we got a shit-talker in the room.”
“And I can back it up,” I said, shiftin’ my bag from one arm to the other.
Cash jumped in. “Yo, I love you, my nigga, but I’ma haveta ride with Kat and her peoples on this one.”
“Yo, fuck you, nigga,” one of his boys said, laughin’. “Ya black ass just tryna get some ass.”
“Yeah, that, too,” Cash replied, laughin’ and eyein’ Chanel at the same time. “But, I’m tellin’ you niggas, don’t sleep. I bet these beauties are real beasts.”
I rolled my eyes. I was gettin’ restless and was ready to bring it to them niggas. “Listen, muhfuckas, are we gonna play or are ya’ll niggas gonna stand here bullshittin’?”
“Oh, okay, I see you one a them gangsta chicks.”
I smiled. “I’m from Brooklyn, nigga…thought you knew.”
“Let’s do this, then, pretty baby,” the stocky nigga said. “By the way, I’m Leo, and”—he pointed to this golden-brown nigga with light-brown eyes and light-brown curly hair—“this here is my nigga Bronze.”
I introduced myself and Chanel to ’em, then walked over and started rackin’ the balls. By now there was so much hype in the air ’round us that niggas and bitches had stopped what they were doin’ and were all comin’ over and standin’ ’round tryna see what all the excitement was ’bout. Once again, all eyes on me, bitches!
Then outta nowhere this fine brown-skinned nigga with spinnin’ waves said, “I got a twenty on them two fine shorties.”
The cornball nigga was tryna clown us.
“I’ll double that,” said this other nigga, laughin’, with a bunch of razor bumps under his chin and neck, lookin’ like a damn burn victim. The niggas were really tryna play us close. I shook my head. Then another one spoke up.
“Yo, fuck that. I got five beans on my mans ’n them. Word up.”
Okay, five hundred dollars wasn’t enough to get a bitch’s pussy wet, but it was a start. Me and Chanel glanced at each other, thinkin’ if we played it right, we was ’bout to house these muhfuckas for some major paper. Before you knew it, ’bout thirty muhfuckas was diggin’ in they pockets ready to get it poppin’. Most of ’em had they bets on the niggas, which was all good. Even a few bitches wanted in, but they rode with the dick. But them soft hoes and niggas were all pullin’ out peanuts. And I ain’t the one.
“What, that’s all you cheap niggas got?” I asked, openin’ up my Balenciaga bag and pullin’ out a roll of hundreds. “If ya pockets light, then say they light.” I smirked. “But don’t try ’n play a dime-piece like me.” I tossed the roll on the table. “Two rounds, double or nothin’.”
Some nigga named Skratch took the knot and tossed it over to Cash, who started countin’ it. When he finished, he started smilin’. “Well, my niggas…looks like ya’ll gonna need to come hard or go home. I got five G’s in my hand. Let’s make it do what it do.”
“Ah, shit…this gonna be like snatchin’ candy from a baby,” Leo said, laughin’ and lookin’ over at his partner. “Ya’ll sure you wanna lose ya paper?”
“That’s chump change, nigga,” I said, walkin’ over to the rack wall, gettin’ my stick. “Besides, even if me and my girl can’t really play, I’ma always be a winner, baby.” I winked at the nigga. Chanel walked over and stood in wait while some nigga tried to get at her. She igged his ass. The niggas were tryin’ hard to keep they eyes off our asses, but we was killin’ ’em. I threw an extra shake in my hips, just to fuck with ’em.
Chanel sucked her teeth. “You always draggin’ me into some shit. Hand me a stick, bitch.” I held in my laugh.
Leo broke strong, and that’s all she wrote. Four balls clanked in. The niggas were stripes. We were solids. A few niggas were talkin’ and laughin’ but most of ’em had they eyes pressed up on the game. Niggas had cheddar ridin’ on the table and didn’t wanna miss shit. The rules were simple: call ya pockets, two rounds, winner takes all.
Tie-breaker if each team lost one round.
He sank two more balls, then missed. I handed Chanel my bag. Took my stick and leaned in, spread my legs and bent over, givin’ muhfuckas a ringside view of my fatty. Yeah, I was fuckin’ with ’em. I pointed to the corner right pocket with my stick, then licked my lips real sexy-like. I took my eye off the table for a hot minute and caught the stares of a few niggas eye-ballin’ me. I made one shot;
“Bitch,” Chanel snapped. “You know ya ass can’t play this damn shit, and we ’bout to lose.”
Bronze laughed. “It’s cool, baby,” he said, chalkin’ his stick, “we don’t mind takin’ ya money. I’ll even buy ya drinks the rest of the night.” He gave his boy some dap, then slayed the rest of the game. Niggas was gettin’ real amped. “Rack ’em up, baby.”
I bit my lip. Chanel sucked her teeth. The nigga Leo broke again, strong. This time only three balls went in. Again, the niggas were stripes. He sank one ball; missed the next.
Chanel took her stick, picked up the chalk, then asked, “What’s this for?” Niggas and bitches started laughin’. She shrugged. “What?”
“Bitch,” I snapped, “just try ’n hit a damn ball in. And we’re solids.”
“I know, I know. Damn.” She leaned in, let her titties smile at all the happy niggas, then sank a ball in. She jumped up, actin’ all excited ’n shit. The bitch had the niggas goin’. They was really lookin’ at us like we were two dumb hoes. She re-chalked her stick between her shots, rockin’ the table. Niggas started shiftin’ ’round, bitches started grinnin’. “Eight ball, corner pocket. Oh, I’m so nervous.” I wanted to bust out laughin’ at her theatrical ass. She stood straight, shook out her hands, took a deep breath, then leaned back over.
My eyes swept across the room, checkin’ the niggas. I peeped the way Cash was lookin’ at Chanel like he was ready to throw her ass ’cross the pool table and deep dick her down. The nigga even grabbed at his dick a few times.
“C’mon, girl,” I said, “you can do it.” My lips broke into a wide smile the minute the shiny black ball sank. We jumped up and down, screamin’, actin’ all hyped ’n shit. “Rack ’em up, muhfuckas,” I said. Chanel unpinned her ’do, shakin’ out her thick, curly hair, then ran her fingas through it. The way she did it was sexy as fuck. I looked around the room again and noticed a few niggas’ jaws were tight. I smiled again.
“Good game,” Leo said. “Let’s see how lucky ya’ll get now.”
I laughed, shakin’ my ass over to the table. A few niggas was tryna get my attention with they eyes, but I
