Durty South Grind (28 page)

Rainbow's eyes started to glitter as he smiled across the table at him. “My nig, you of all people know that it's all about the sport of it, man—simply the thrill of the game, man.”

Sparkle continued to play in his food as he shook his head. “You crazy, you know that, don'tcha? Just don't get enough excitement out of handling those hoes, huh?”

Rainbow arched his head in a circle as he sat back in the chair and rubbed his neck. “Man, I've been bored with this pimping thing for nearly a decade,” he responded blankly; at a loss for words.

Sparkle leaned forward to place his elbows on the table. “Why the fuck you keep doing it then? You don't need the money; that's a fact. Hell, I've even heard about your buying up some slum apartment buildings and shit. Man, your ends are longer than a rainbow.”

Rainbow blew his nose into a napkin and sucked on his teeth while staring at him.

Sparkle cocked his head to the side and started laughing. “Man, you know that you look just like that nigga Max Julien in
The Mack
when you do that?”

“Oh yeah.” He smiled and sniffled.

“Damn, that sinus still be fucking with you, huh?”

Rainbow frowned. “Hell yeah, ever since you gave me this shit that day in the sand pit.”

“What!” Sparkle retorted astonished.

“You heard me, nigga,” Rainbow repeated.

“Shiiiieeet, you the one that gave me that shit.”

Rainbow harrumphed and sniffled again. “Uh-huh, man, this shit been fucking with us like forever, ain't it?”

Sparkle squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yep, and snorting that white mack don't be helping none, either.”

Rainbow hunched his shoulders and stared around the restaurant before he sniffled. “Speaking of…let's hit the bathroom for a taste. Shit be the bomb, too, dog.” When he got up, his black silk shirt spread open and revealed a gold digger's spade glittering on his herringbone necklace. “Come on, let's do this.” He got up and led the way away from the booth.

When they got into the bathroom, Rainbow took out a gold cigarette case. As soon as he opened it, the strong odor of the coke exploded into the air. It was some of that pinkish gold-flaked stuff Sparkle had seen that first night he had gotten out with JJ. Rainbow took two tokes and closed his eyes as the rush blazed through his brain and caused his forehead to bleed beads of sweat. He blinked several times and shook his head. “Oooh wee, whew! Man, this is the best stuff that I've ever had, dog.” He yanked the necklace over his head and passed it and the case to Sparkle.

Sparkle took a quick one on one and frowned because that shit
bombed on him the same way. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Oh shit, man, what the fuck…where the fuck?” He sniffled and rubbed his nose. “Man, where ya'll niggas getting this stuff from? I ain't never seen no pink blow before.” He started wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Rainbow grabbed a paper towel and started wiping the sweat off his head too. “Damn, that shit good. You about ready to go bang these hoes up?”

Sparkle scooped another hit to his nose. “Trying to keep me with ya 'til the sting, huh?” He took one more scoop and passed the case back.

Rainbow smiled. “That's right. Think ya'll know a nigga, don'tcha?”

Sparkle took the towel out of his hand and started brushing the excess powder off his nose. “How in the hell I can't know you, man. Come on, I want to try some of that black one anyway.”

“Shiiieeet cool, knock the bitch's back out. Let's roll.”

As he followed him out the door, Sparkle placed his arm across his shoulder. “Man, I thought that ho was working for that nigga Percy and JJ.”

Rainbow squinted his face up and flipped his shades off his eyes and perched them on his forehead. “Percy and JJ, nigga, please. Man, hell naw, them niggas be working for… Hold up, wait a minute. Now that nigga Percy be doing thangs for me, but who the fuck is this nigga JJ anyways?” He grunted and began rubbing his earlobe—something he always did when he was puzzled about something.

A hard frown creased Sparkle's forehead for a second or two before he answered, “That's the nigga you talked to the other day when you called Debra's crib. But fuck that, soldier; them two niggas gave me the impression that we all were going to be like triplets in this drug thang.” He hunched his shoulders, wanting
to know the real deal. He hated being lied to for the hell of it.

Rainbow smiled. “Naw, my nigga, I beep the twins with code to hit Princess whenever I want them to take her something. I had no idea that you was with them hoes. Hell, dog, I would've hollered at you then if I had known that.”

Sparkle exhaled and lowered his shoulder. “Well, I'll be damned, and you know the twins, too?”

“My nigga, I've had them sneaky bitches for nearly three years now. Other than Lady, those two have been with me the longest.” Rainbow smiled, exuding the same confidence he'd always shown.

At the sound of one of his favorite females, Sparkle's smile widened. “Lady…man, how my baby doing?”

Rainbow laughed out loud. “Following orders as usual.”

“Following orders; nigga, you a mess.” He smiled as he leaned away and punched him in the shoulder. It was good to know that his main man hadn't changed a bit.

“As always, and from now on, I might add.” He laughed a little harder, so proud to be a hood legend.

They continued to kick it as they headed across the Kroger parking lot toward the hotel. Suddenly they heard screaming tires coming in their direction. They jumped out of shock and looked behind them to see a big sedan streaking directly at them. Instinctively they leapt out of its path onto the grassy area in the same direction to get out of the speeding car's path. They drew their guns as they spun in a roll. They were about to open fire at whatever fool who had come at them like that, when they heard a big Santa Claus-like laugh bellowing from the driver's window.

“What the fuck ya'll scary-ass old-timers doing out this way this time of night?” the husky voice of their ole doping partner, Duke, rang in the night air. He stuck his big face out of the window, cheesing hard for a mug.

“You big, crazy, fat muthafucka, you done lost your mind or
what?” Sparkle screamed at the top of his lungs. Inside he was feeling good about seeing another of his boys.

Rainbow picked himself up off the ground and added, “Blind-ass bastard, give me your insurance card. I'm going to sue your big ass for vehicular harassment.”

Duke stepped out of the car jiggling with laughter, looking like a fat penguin in a full tux with tails and all. They embraced and started shooting each other body punches. Looking beyond Duke's massive shoulders, Rainbow saw his car rolling down the sloped pavement toward the wall and yelled, “Oh shit, big dude, you may need to get out your insurance card, for real, dog!”

Sparkle and Rainbow burst out laughing as big boy screamed like a banshee and bounced his big ass after the car. By the time he was able to lean into the car's window and jerk it into park it was only a few feet from the wall. With the sudden stop, his big ass bounced off the fender, slammed into the wall, slid down it and plopped loudly on the pavement huffing and puffing big time.

His buddies were laughing so hard that their sides started to ache. Rainbow looked over at Sparkle, who was down on his knees gasping for breath. He was laughing so hard that his eyes had started to water.

There was a real stupid look on Duke's face as he sat there spread-eagle against the wall like a battered penguin. He let out a heavy sigh as he stared at the pair for a few seconds before he burst out laughing himself, his big belly shaking like a gigantic bowl of Jell-O. After awhile he wheezed. “Man, I should've ran over the both of ya'll dirty asses.”

The two of them grasped their sides and crawled over to the wall to sit on either side of him. The trio looked back and forth between each other and burst out laughing all over again.

Duke started hiccupping but still managed to repeat himself, “Man, what ya'll niggas doing out this way?”

Rainbow wiped the laugh tears from his eyes and cheeks. “We was headed to the hotel to enjoy some phat-ass hoes. You wanna come with us because there's three of them.”

Duke wrinkled his nose. “Not if ya'll got some stanky-looking bitches with funky pussy up there.”

Rainbow sniffled. “Oh hell naw, big fellow, I got black queen Princess, Sidney and a fresh new honey I just copped named Candy.”

That surely got him excited as he sprang to his feet like a jack-rabbit. Cheesing from ear to ear, he bent down and reached out with both hands to help them to their feet effortlessly. Bucking his chest out, he started shaking his waistband. “Candy, huh, is she good enough to eat for a sweet?” His eyes were bucked wide with anticipation.

Rainbow brushed himself down and proudly. “Yep, that's her name, aight, Candy. I bet your fat ass a grand that she can get that little dick of yours to spit in sixty seconds flat. Then again, nigga, what the hell you doing out this way in the penguin suit looking like a fucking pallbearer?”

Duke ran his big hands down his chest like he was ironing out the fabric and spread his arms out wide. “Man, that girl Cynt had me up at some banquet for one of her co-workers, some kind of black-tie affair…it was alright.” He rotated his shoulders and pinched his nose as he narrowed his eyes at Rainbow. “Sixty seconds, huh; nigga, please.”

Rainbow thumbed his nose and retorted, “What part you didn't understand, the six or the ‘o'? Hell yeah, sixty seconds—that's what I said, ain't it? Guaranteed, straight up, playa.” His poker face was set in stone.

Duke covered his mouth with his fist and stared at him for a while. “Naw, that's aight, no bet. Your ass is too damn tight to put up even a fucking penny that quick unless you had locks. Besides,
why betcha when I'm about to taste the bitch's game for free? Hell, I'll dub my hat off to you if the bitch can perform that miracle.”

Overly sure of himself, Rainbow smiled, flexed his shoulders and nodded. “I'm definitely sure, dog. The bitch is like that, man. Hmm-mmh, why you think I let her ride with Princess? She bad, playa. Oh hell yeah, she the real deal, dog, for sho.”

Duke ran his eyes up and down Rainbow's body. “Damn, bro, why you so big on that black-ass ho Princess?”

Rainbow licked his lips, wiggled his nose and cocked his head to the side before he spat, “Because playa playa, she done pulled off some drastic shit for me that any ho wouldn't. Believe me, dog, she's definitely earned her stripes; especially coming from me. And even before you open your big mouth, you don't need to know what, know what I'm saying?” he finished with macking flair.

Duke gave him a curt nod. “Uh-huh, okay, I feel ya; sorta like me and that dirty bitch of mine, Cynt.”

Sparkle interjected, “Damn, she like that? Hell, I thought my girl Lady was your one and only, dog,” and playfully shoved his shoulder in disbelief.

Rainbow twisted his mouth down. “Man, Lady will always be my number one, just like ‘B' and Yolanda, just like you and you know who. Who, by the way, came out on Auburn Avenue the other day and inquired about yours truly.” His eyes bucked wide open as if to say,
Whatcha gotta say about that there, soldier
?

Duke smiled and punched Sparkle on the shoulder. “He must be talking about Lady Bev, huh?”

Sparkle grimaced. “Hey, fuck you, fuck both of ya'll. Come on, let's go tap some of that fine ass up there in the room waiting for a nigga to soak his dick in some stanky juicy juicy.” He didn't want to discuss Beverly
period
—at least not with these two fools.

After a full night of three-way swap-a-ho, coking, oiling both boy and girl, and smoking reefer-laced blunts, Sparkle stirred awake at the smell of a Waffle House breakfast box being waved under his nose.

The first thing that registered on his hazy mind was the three sex kittens prancing around in bras and thongs, sharing a shooter full of coke. He fought off a yawn, then wiped the crust out of his eyes. “Where my dogs at, ya'll?”

Princess sashayed her black sexy ass right up to him, the aroma of all-night fucking and sucking permeating the air around her. It intoxicated his senses because that shit was really good and stood between his legs. Her crotch was so close that he could feel the heat emanating from it. His dick started to rise as he thought of how she was riding him in reverse cowgirl style. That pretty shiny black ass spread wide across his thighs a few hours ago. He stirred uncomfortably on the bed with sexual tension.

She placed her hands on her hips, smiling seductively as she hunched her fragrant pelvis forward. “Baby, those boys been gone. Rainbow told me to get you up in time to get to Five Points before twelve.”

He looked into her conniving eyes with the feeling that she was disrespecting his dog with the way she was acting out of his presence. He definitely didn't have time for that bull, so he grabbed her Lady Omega-laced wrist and twisted it around to face him. To his surprise it red 11 a.m., so he pushed her away and jetted for the bathroom to freshen up. He hollered over his shoulder as he opened the door. “Yo girl, ya'll got any mouthwash or—” He nearly bowled right over Candy when he turned around for an answer. She ooohed when she pressed up against his semi-erect morning hardness.