Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

Introduction

Introduction to the bad chicks you ever going to meet...

When you are as hated as me, it's good to have the right bitches in your corner.

"So how you want to do this, hon?" that was my real ride or die homegirl Cassandra, street alias Cassie, or Cass for short. Cass played no games, especially with niggas and she definitely didn't have time for them. She was a lesbian but one of those dress like a homeboy type chick. She also kept her skin smooth, dressed in the latest fashion, with either fresh Jordans or constructions on her feet and a crispy fitted tilted to the side.

Cass has been with me since forever. She even had a little crush on me when we were younger, but it never went nowhere because I'm all about the Dee. Sure Cass was a cutie even for a chick but that would never sway me from my meat packing Gods of glory. However if you needed someone to roll with you and was down for whatever, Cass was your bitch.

"Yeah, I'm tired of them hoes anyway, it's about time we bring it to them." That was my other bitch-in-crime Lucinda, alias Lucky Lucy. Lucky was a dime piece for real, with a nice little figure and waist. She was from some Caribbean island, and spoke French, I don't how she pulled that shit off. She had long hair and the kind of mocha skin you see bitches model with in those commercials for skin lotions. Lucky was a bad bitch for real and females hated her. Shit, more than me and that's saying something. Lucky been taking niggas from chicks since I can remember and the same goes for the opposite sex. Lucky was bi-sexual which was an extra turn-on if you're into that sort of thing. Cass and Lucky even did the damn thing a few times. Cass was sprung off of Lucky but Lucky could never do just one person. It was no offense to Cass but Lucky liked playing the field. Being tied down wasn't her thing. I mean it was, just not in a relationship.

Then there's me. Lovely Wilson. Don't laugh, that's my real name. But nobody ever calls me Lovely even though I am. They call me Bite Size. Only because I'm so small. I'm only 5'2 but that 5'2 is enough to hold all this ass and luscious titties to match. I could shout measurements but then I'll probably have you hating like the bitches that were hating on me earlier.

"I don't know but I'm tired of my name being put in bitches' mouths like it's a brand new dick on layaway," I was saying to my home girls.

We were all in Lucky's BMW sedan. Yes, we roll like that, well, Lucky does. She got the car from one of her many admirers. I drove a little Ford Taurus but I paid for it. Not like some dude wouldn't buy me one but  I just don't want to owe nobody. Niggas think once they gave you something, they own your coochie. And I'm sorry but Precious, yeah I named my cookie, was not up for sale to any dude. I know you thinking why the hell would you name it that? Shit, it's mine, I could name it anything I want. And don't start thinking about that little gremlin Gollum from the Lord of the Rings trilogy because I didn't get the name from him. Nah, I'm bullshitting. I did. You see how that little dude went crazy for that thing. That's how niggas should be acting over this. Ha, ha, ha! And so what if I saw the Lord of the Rings trilogy and read those long ass books. I'm still a gangsta chick, I'm just literal. Hate on me later for that. But anyway back to the...

"I say we just pop up on them because you know where they are going to be and give them what they've been asking for," Lucky suggested in the driver seat and looking at me as I lean back in the comfy interior of the seat next to hers.

"Whipping that bitch's ass won't solve shit," I finally said and in reality, it wouldn't. Bitches talk all day and will continue to talk. That's what bitches do. I think it's in their DNA since birth.

"Well, I would still love to see it," Cass interjected from the back seat.

"You just love to see two chicks fight," I informed. "If there is any chance that you might see some titties coming out of a shirt, you up for it."

"You damn right," Cass confessed then laughed.

I laughed too and Lucky kept driving like she was on a mission.

"You really want to confront this bitch?" I asked.

"I'm tired of these bitches just as much as you are," Lucky said. "I say we just go and stomp those hoes out. Whether it will solve shit or not, I'm just down for whipping their asses."

Lucky is a walking time bomb. People think because she's pretty and looks fragile that she won't go upside a bitch's head. Quite the opposite, my friend. Lucky been fighting all her life because she was pretty and females were always trying to test her. That's why she kept a sharp razor in her clutch purse along with pepper spray in case she has to blind a motherfucker before she cuts them. She also knows how to shoot due to one of her ex-boyfriends being a drug dealer and a gun happy idiot. Her ex-boyfriend Mase was deep in the drug game and told her everything she knew about drugs, guns and love. Mason Thurman, alias Mase, was the only nigga that Lucky truly loved but they were both the same. They never wanted titles so they could never be totally exclusive with one another but when they did, it was like a week-long vacation. You didn't see or hear from them until they came back from wherever the fuck they went. Lucky was a trooper and she was ruthless. Don't ever let her face fool you. She's been in more fights, scuffles and shootouts than most hood niggas on the block. Lucky loved that adrenaline shit. She thrived on it and a chance to whip a bitch ass was like an orgasmic high to her.

It didn't really give me the same thrill as her. I've been scrapping with chicks since I was younger. My height stopped at fourteen but my body never did so I always had to fight a female because her man wanted me or accidentally said my name when he was talking to her. I couldn't help it. Shit, my government name is Lovely. How could you not want me?

"Yep, I think you should," Cass instigated.

"Shut up, Cass," Lucky said smiling. "There won't be any titties popping out over here unless a nigga or a sexy bitch is throwing dollar bills. I can't say so much for the next bitch."

Cass pulled out a wad of cash from the side pocket of her cargo shorts.

"Those better be more than singles," Lucky said.

"You talking to Cass Money," Cass said like she was introducing herself. "I stay with a grip."

"Yeah, uh huh," Lucky remarked. "That's not Brenda said."

"Oh, that bitch is just mad because I took her to Mikki Dees and told her ass to just order off the value menu," Cass stated. "She ain't worth no real bread. I wouldn't even take that hoe to Applebees. All that bitch do is complain. But she still ate my pussy at the end of the night, happy meal or not and gave me money for a cab home."

"Eeeelllll!" I exclaimed. "I don't want to hear that."

"Well you just did," Cass said. "Now back to Lucky's strip tease."

"Lucky, your dollars ain't long enough to see all of this," Lucky informed. "Even if it is just a peek."

"You wasn't saying that before," Cass said.

"I was horny that night," Lucky said. "And plus you had some good weed on stock. You know good weed and some liquor makes me horny but money makes me squirt."

All of us laughed as she made a moaning sound behind that statement. My girls are a trip.

Lucky turned a corner and started looking around.

"I know those bitches be around here," Lucky said.

"Really, bitch?" I said. "You really looking for these hoes?"

"Yep," Lucky responded. "Scrappy is getting dull."

Scrappy was her sharp razor. Dull meant she hadn't used it in a while. I told you that she gets off on that violent shit. Money may have made her squirt but seeing a bitch's face all cut up made her creamy.

I just shook my head.

"There they go," Lucky said seeing a trio of females all posted up by a bodega store talking to about four guys.

"Who are those niggas they talking to?" I asked like I seen one of them before.

"Witnesses," Lucky said then pulled the car over.