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walked in, I saw a bad ass body. It’s like her body was designed in a factory. She look like she was moving in slow motion, coming through the damn door. Long ringlets of jet black hair; shit her hair didn’t even look like it needed to be done, but whoever she is, she is one bad mother fucker.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ` INDIGO 6
      Every single time I come on this side of town, I be ready to pass out, and the hood is not where I want to be, but damn it! If Charles didn’t smoke some weave. I wouldn’t even be here. I am gonna have to see if I can get him to buy, or rent some property in a better neighborhood. My Real Estate license not only got me more shit than them dicks I was with, but I am able to help folks like Jerome move from the hood to a better place. Shit! I thought when I was done with Goldie, it was a done deal, but after seeing Jasmine ass at the store not too long ago; lawd that shit sparked my interest with Goldie ass again.
       Knowing damn well it shouldn’t, but if anyone know good dick, like I know good dick, that nigga right there got some good ass dick. I bet she don’t even know what to do with that motherfucker either. Shit! Just thinking about his ass, got my pussy doing the percolator. Let me shake this shit off my mind and get my ass on to this shop before I make a fucking phone call or some shit. Walking up in the beauty shop, immediately to my left was that ratty ass couch. I told him he needs to put some chairs in here or something. What the fuck, this shit is so damn ghetto. “Hey Jerome hunny.” We give air kisses like we always do, and air hugs. He is a real cool person, but damn! I don’t need to be hugging every damn person I am cool with. “Heyyyy Biotch!” He greets me with the two snaps and head twirl.
       Jerome ass is so fucking entertaining. “Jerome, this gonna be my last damn time coming down here. You need to think about getting you another place. You are no longer the kitchen beautician. Your ass need to be right downtown where the rich bitches at.” His eyes lit up because he knows I am right. I am a bitch this I know, but I know my shit when it comes to business. A gay man in the downtown area of Chicago, whipping up folks hair is hot shit. “Don’t start that shit Indigo. I love hanging with my people down here, and we are just fine.”             
                  “Girlfriend, would you tell his ass it’s time to upgrade. Hell, he can smoke some hair and he damn sho’ don’t charge like he for the people. I am sorry. I’m Indigo and you are?” “I’m Alexis, me and Jerome go back a long way. And I must admit it Jerome, she ain’t telling you nothing the rest of us haven’t said already. It’s time to up- grade baby,” She said. “See finally, someone around here agrees with me.” Damn! Got me wailing my arms in the air. It’s like Jerome don’t get it. Fuck this ghetto shit out here! Go somewhere; where your skills will truly be recognized. This shit makes no sense to me, and apparently it don’t make sense to Alexis either.
       “Y’all bitches getting on my damn nerves. I will think about it, and let y’all know what I think. So in the meantime, in between time, Indigo get your ass over here so I can rock this hair gurl.” SMACK! Every time his ass speak, he always gotta smack his damn lips. Especially when he serious about something. “While you smacking them damn lips of yours, let’s get started on my damn hair. I really don’t have all damn day to be up in here.”
       “Ummm. No the fuck you didn’t miss thang, gonna TRY and rush me in my own damn shop; the nerve of motherfuckers.” SMACK “Okay Jerome, as long as you please stop smacking, and do some work we will be good.” Got my hell to the nawl woman stance on; hands on hips, applying weight on one leg, and neck rolling. Hell, He ain’t gonna be smacking his lips too many more times. His smack is the same as my neck roll.