Three to Tango

04

"Jazzy!"
"Yes, Chris. I know!"
Her ankles were killing her. Not her feet but her ankles. It was Saturday and she was working a full double shift. With how tired she was and the ache in her body she was this close to just becoming a stripper.
Not to mention her mother puked all over herself while wearing Jazzy's work uniform. Why you may ask? To try and seduce her father with some nasty ass roleplay. Hearing that made Jazzy want to throw up her damn self.
The stench wouldn't even come out after washing it so she had to send it to the cleaners and use her backup one which was slightly too small now. If she bent over too far her top or bottom would clearly be visible. She didn't know why she couldn't just wear pants. What is this the 50's?
And don't get her started on the leering men. As soon as they see a sliver of tooth meat they act like they were raised on another planet with ne'er woman in sight. How badly she wanted to smack that old bastard that tried to flirt with her. He ordered the cheapest thing on the menu and tried to act like he was doing her a favor. Bitch how can you be old, ugly, and broke? Pick a struggle.
"Yo, puta!"
She turned around about to go off on whoever it was but saw it was only Cash sitting in a booth. He only had Marcus and Gato with him today. She was waiting for him to show his face, but she hadn't seen him since she fucked up his car. She smirked at the memory.
"Hey Mr. Panty Stealer."
"You think that shit was cute, huh?"
"Just like you thought taking my panties was cute."
"They were cute. I just regret not seeing you in them first."
"Whore." She laughed.
"Proudly. Now come serve us woman. Me and my boys hungry."
"I don't know who the fuck you think you orderin' around but imma need you to repeat that again and say it properly."
"You right. I forgot my manners. Can you please take our order?"
"No problem. What would you gentleman like?"
They gave their order and Cash couldn't help but notice that she was practically spilling out of her uniform. It's was noticeably too small. He also noticed that he wasn't the only one who saw. These men were watching her like a hawk and it pissed him off. They were so blatant with it. Did they even care that she was underage? He thinks not. They would probably brag about having a young girl on their arm. Pervs.
        Yes, he was staring too, but at least he was in the same age range as she was.
"Aye, you catchin a lot of attention in that Lil' uniform, ma."
She looked back at the man staring holes in her ass and bucked at him. He quickly became engrossed in his food.
"Yeah, this the only one I had left. The other one got fucked up. I'll be back in a lil' bit with y'all food."
She walked away and Cash found himself in the same boat as those men. No wonder they were staring. Not only were her tits about to pop out he was sure he could see the bottom of her cheeks.
As if she could feel him looking she pulled down her skirt covering up the delicious meat. He was sad to see it go.
        "You gon slide in that, bro?" Gato asked him.
        "Shit, I'm plannin' on it. But we still got this lil' prank war goin' on. Imma probably see what's up wit it after that."
        "She fire my nigga. You gotta hurry up before a nigga like me come in and steal your spot." Marcus popped his collar.
        "Nigga you couldn't even get near that pussy let alone fuck it."
        "And you can?"
        "Better chance than you got."
        "I could get her number right now with no problem."
        "Bet."
        "You ain't said nun but a word."
        Marcus quickly got up out of the booth and headed towards where Jazzy stood at the counter. She was talking to the white boy cooking in the back.
        "Hey, Jazzy." He said leaning next to her.
        "Wassup, Marcus?"
        "Oh, you do remember my name."
        "Yeah, what about it?"
        "Aight, so imma be straight wit'chu. Me and that bucket head ass nigga made a bet to see if I could get your number."
         "Childish." She smiled.
         "You right. But I'm really tryna see his face once he realize he lost. I'm sure you won't mind seein' that either." He had a good feeling he was about to win this bet. Jazzy seemed chill enough to go along with it.
         "I wouldn't mind. What do you get if you win?"
        "It's an open bet. If I win I can ask him for whatever I want. Nothin' too outrageous though."
        "And I can't fake it?"
        "Nope."
        "Okay. But don't think you gettin' it cause imma let you fuck. I'm not. But I like you and I want to see his face."
        She held out her hand for his phone and he happily gave it to her. He didn't care if he didn't get to hit. She was for sure fine as fuck, but he knew he was lucky to even get her to talk to him. He was cool with this.
After typing in her number they both looked back at Cash and the sight of his jaw practically hitting the floor was well worth it.
Jazzy laughed to herself as the both of them headed back to their table with the food. Marcus was gentlemanly enough to help her.
Cash didn't say a word as she sat his plate in front of him. He glanced between the two of them confused as fuck. He could admit that his homeboy could get bitches. He be damned if he hung out with a group of niggas that couldn't get no ass (no matter how much they joked about it). But Jazzy wasn't they type to normally go for his goofy ass. She was more recluse and stayed to herself. At least from what he'd seen before. With the way they had been going back and forth with these pranks she was probably different than what he originally thought.
The bigger problem? If she liked his homeboy he couldn't get in between that. And damn he wanted to get in between her so bad.
"Ard, what you want?" He asked when she walked away.
"Lemme get an IOU. In the future I'll ask you for somethin' and you gone give it to me no matter what."
"Ah shit."
"I can't wait to see what I come up with."
I'm never making a bet with this nigga again.