Red Bottom Bitches 1 by Torica Tymes & Cole Hart

Author:Torica Tymes & Cole Hart [Tymes, Torica & Hart, Cole]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Urban, Novels, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00BZ8EP34
Publisher: SBR Publications
Published: 2013-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

By five o’clock that same evening, Moet, Trish and Gucci Red were all at Gucci Red’s apartment. Loud marijuana smoke was in the air and they were all sipping Moscato from champagne glasses. Moet was standing stark naked in front of the mirror with a pair of her Red Bottoms on and twirling her nipples and french rolling smoke from her mouth and up into her nose, just a hour ago she’d popped a mollie and the effects of the pill had her feeling extremely good and light on her feet.

Just behind her, Gucci Red was sitting at the foot of her bed, leaning over strapping on her shoes as well. She was already dressed in a black open backed dress that matched her shoes.

Trish came out of the bathroom; her hair laid down and cut low with pineapple waves spinning around. She was already dressed and stood next to Moet. Gucci Red’s iPhone rang; she picked it up and answered it.

“Hello.”

“Hey, this Yay. A limo will be there to pick y’all up in thirty minutes.”

“Cool, we’ll be ready.” She responded back. She sipped the Moscato from her glass and stood up. Her heels brought her height to six foot one. She was an amazon over Trish and Moet. She hung the phone up. Looking at both of them at the same time, she said. “We pressed for time cause the limousine will be to pick us up in thirty minutes.”

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The limousine arrived and it was a white on white Navigator, darkness was covering the skies and the interior lights were on. The driver was a short black guy that was dressed in a two piece suit and hard bottom shoes. He held the rear door open for the three of them as they filed inside one at a time. Once the three of them were inside and comfortable, the driver closed the door. Moet was live and energetic; she was sipping water from a bottle and thought about something that made her laugh. Trish and Gucci Red looked at her; they wanted to know what was funny. “Who the joke on?” Gucci Red asked.

The limousine was pulling out into traffic. Moet looked around “I was just thinking about something.”

Trish smiled; she knew Moet had something funny to say. Her eyes fixed dead on Moet also. She shrugged. “What is it?”

Moet smiled even harder and began shaking her head. “You told that nigga that he was the fakest nigga you ever met and the realist bitch you know.”

Trish couldn’t do nothing but shake her head also. “I was mad at the time.”

Gucci Red looked at Trish. “Damn! You told a nigga that?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Damn! Them fightin words. What he said after that?” Gucci Red asked.

“Oh, he was mad! He came over and started screaming through the door about how he was gonna make me wear a shit bag and all this shit.” Gucci Red laughed, Moet did also, and they talked and joked until they arrived at a restaurant in Buckhead.

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