Big Booty

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 Day'Asia's rude ass comes bargin' into my room while I'm in the middle of a juicy conversation with Miss Pasha. Oooh, Miss Pasha is my boo, even if she is a messy cum whore. But I can't even get into it right now 'cause Day'Asia's ass done disrupted my goddamn groove.

"Ma, you have some money? Me and Tina wanna go to the mall."

"Excuse me one minute, Miss Pasha, girl," I say as I

stare Day'Asia down. I blink. This lil' ho must think I'm some kinda special or some shit. "And how you gettin' there Asia? And who else is goin'?"

"Samara gonna drive me, Tina and Weena."

I frown. "Weiner? What the hell kinda name is that? What kinda bitch names her child after a goddamn hot dog?"

She sucks her teeth. "It's Roweena, but we call her Weena for short. And it's with an a at the end, not er." She spells it out for me.

I tilt my head, takin' in the ho-wear she has on. She's standin' in my room wearin' some kinda black and white pinstriped shirt dress that's barely coverin' her ass with a wide red belt and a pair of red and black peep-toe "fuck me" pumps on. Shit I know I didn't buy. She looks a hot damn mess!

"What circus you tryna go to today, Day'Asia? Steppin' up in here lookin' like a goddamn clown with that shit on."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm goin' to the mall."

I bunch my brows together. "Mall, my ass. Not dressed like that. You must think I'm some kinda stupid, Day'Asia, don't you?"

She sucks her teeth. "No. I don't think you're stupid."

"Oh yes, you do, lil' girl. You ain't goin' to no goddamn mall in that getup. Ya ass wanna be out trickin' for dick with that damn Clitina. Not today you won't. Now go take that shit off and clean your goddamn nasty-ass room 'cause I know it's filthy."

"Ma, please. I already told them to come get me."

"Well, that's too damn bad."

She stomps her feet. "Ma, please. I promise I'll clean my room this weekend. And I'll do Isaiah and Elijah's chores for a week, too. I wanna go to the mall. I don't see what the big deal is."

"Day'Asia, I said no."

"Ma, puhleeeeeze, can I go?"

I take a deep breath. "Asia, no."

"Why?"

"One, because I said so; two, because you're dressed like you tryna slut the night away; and, three, because you not ridin' in no car with some girl named after a damn hotdog. Now get the fuck outta my goddamn room before you see ya self on the floor!"

 She slams my door. "I'm fuckin' sick of this shit! All I ask for is a goddamn few dollars so I can hang with my girls and she wanna give me shit . . . "

I scream at the door. "Bitch, who is you cursin' at, huh, ho?! Miss Pasha, girl, let me call you back. I need to whip some ass up in here."

"Okay, girl. Go handle your situation. Call me when you can." I tell her to give me twenty minutes and I'll call her back, then end the call, stormin' outta my room.

"Day'Asia! Day'Asia!" I scream, stompin' through the house.

"She left," Elijah yells out from the livin' room.

"Oh no the fuck she didn't." I run to the front door and swing it open just as she's gettin' ready to climb in the backseat of some car with Clitina and two other hoes. "Day'Asia!" I run up on the car and grab her by the back of her damn weave. "Oh, no the fuck you not leavin' up outta here after I told ya black ass you couldn't go out!" I swing her around and she tries to push me off of her.