The Nine

Chapter 1.1: Tara

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"Ya pussy don't need that much scrubbing bitch, especially when you just gone get it hot quick and wet in a hour!"

I shook my head and chuckled. "Girl how you get your kitty hot quick? Sumn always quick with you. And I really wish you'd not be in the bathroom with me Cori, especially when I'm in the tub."

"One bitch, it's Coco to you tonight, and two, you need to be worried about shampooing and conditioning that stank ass hair of yours, fake Salonge looking bitch." Cori blew me a kiss and laughed til she held her side. I splashed her ass good with as much water as I could stand to lose, which earned me a "Bitch don't try me the fuck tonight!"

"Girl let's not get started on hair, your scalp ain't seen the light of day since 1999. You'd think tracks was your middle name."

She laughed. "Bitch I hate you. And it's Sew-in, actually. Ms. Coriana Sew-in Steal-yo-nigga Parks, no relation."

I giggled. "Girl hush and help me wash this hair please? With that 'my name just my daddy name with a suffix' ass name of yours. How's Mr. Corey doing anyway?"

"Girl, what the fuck ever," she replied.

Coco helped me wash and condition my hair, do a quick braid out, and my hair fell desirably right down to my chest after an hour. "Get a perm, damn," Coco often remarked, but I loved my voluminous 4A. It's funny how I actually am half Native from my dad's side, one-eighth Dominican - my maternal great-grandmother - and the remainder of me was black, but I inherited some of the kinkiest nappiest hair out there. But I love African features, like my hair type and that deep, smooth brown complexion Cori has... that's probably why I keep her uppity behind around.

I went into my room and opened the closet. The tiny space was overrun with tops, bottoms, and shoes - all my jewelry and other accessories I crammed into the bathroom. I spent a good ten minutes trying on clothes I didn't even know I had, deliberating on skimpy or classy. Why not go for both?

I decided on a tight fitting black dress with the back exposed and a see-through floral print chest. I caught hell tryna find this dress after I saw someone wear it at some awards show oh so many years ago. Half of my closet I just tore straight from a celebrity catalog, but I wore it all good as hell. The dress gave me that hour glass shape. I was getting ready to slay this entire party. I sent Cori to find me some shoes while I perfected the rest of the look.