Paula (Cashes)
We walked inside a restaurant hand in hand.
It was a mexican restaurant called Rico's and I liked the way it was set up.
We stood in a line waiting for awhile.
"She got a mexican body." Dewayne whispered in my ear. I laughed causing the girl to look back at me.
"What the hell is a mexican body?"
"A booty in a front, and no ass in the back." He say, I busted out laughing at what he said.
"I fucking heard you." The mexican girl said, hearing her accent clearly.
He shrug, as her nigga turned around mean mugging Dewayne.
"And apparently, I don't give a fuck." He say just as they moved up into the line.
"Hey man, why are you staring at my ladies ass anyway!" The guy called himself getting loud.
Dewayne smirked "when you look down you don't have a choice anyway, it's not like I kept my eyes there. She have nothing to look at anyway."
I kept from laughing, but it was hard seeing the mexican girl go red in the face.
I'm assuming she's embarrassed, and angry.
The lined moved forward and the waiter assessed to them.
We waited as the girl boyfriend glared at us and the waiter walked off.
"Next time don't look at my ass." She say covering her butt.
"Not interested anyway."
"Your pathetic if you let your boyfriend check my ass out." I laugh loudly turning around showing my ass in shorts.
Her boyfriend looked down at my butt for awhile with a little grin. Dewayne noticed and turned me around.
"Your pathetic if you let your boyfriend check my ass out." I mocked in a fake mexican accent. She look to her boyfriend and smacked him in the back of the head as they walked away.
I laughed as we moved up further in the line. I turn to Dewayne who smacked my ass.
I leaned on him as we waited. The waiter walked up to us with a smile. He looked down at me for awhile, and then glanced at Dewayne.
"Table for two?" He asked.
"Yea." Dewayne spoke up. The guy nodded.
"Booth, or table?"
Dewayne looked down to me.
"Booth." I answered. The man eyes lingered on mines for a moment, before nodding.
"Window seat?" I nodded. He nodded before walking off.
"The fuck is wrong with this nigga, he got a damn staring problem or some shit?" Dewayne asked annoyed.
The waiter walked back quickly, and escorted us to a nice view downtown. I smiled admiring the city as many people walked freely.
"This is a nice view." I compliment. The man smiled, looking as if he feel accomplish.
"Only for the best." He smile before walking off.
"I'ma beat the fuck out of that nigga." He say pulling the chair out for me. "I'm trying to be nice and shit."
"Baby, ignore that. I'm here for you, not him." I say leaning and kissing his lips just as the waiter walked up.
"Any particular drinks?" He asked.
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Business Not Pleasure
Teen Fiction20 year old Paula Renee Sims works as a drug dealer. The main leader, they call her Cashes because the money is all she care about and her 3 year old daughter Bria. The drug game is all Paula know from what her father taught her. Her mother didn't l...
