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  Finessers

  By: Lucinda John

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  Chapter 1

  Cinnamon

  “Y’all fast ass need to wake the fuck up and clean this damn house!” my drunk ass mama barged into our room waking up us. What the fuck is wrong with this lady? Every time the pills ran out and that damn bottle was empty she decided to fuck with my sisters and I.

  “Ma, we sleep,” Coco sheepishly said, pulling the covers over her head and shifting around in the bed.

  “Bitch I don’t give a fuck if y’all were in here laying on y’all death bed. Get the fuck up and clean this house now!” She yelled slamming the door.

  “What the fuck is wrong with her?” Honey asked, getting up out of her bed and walking to the bathroom.

  “Hell if I know.” I shrugged, looking for some shorts to put on.

  We lived in a nice sized two bedroom, two bath, brick home that was left to my mother after our grams died. My sisters and I shared the master bedroom, while our mother took the smaller one down the hall. The only reason she did that was because the room down the hall was closer to the door and she probably didn’t want us sneaking in and out the house. My mother, Denise Robinson was a day care director in the day and a certified drunk at night. Ever since the death of grams, she adopted drinking as her hobby. Alongside of the drinking, she recently developed a new found love for popping mollies. In the house, she was a complete monster, but once she stepped foot out the door; she was this sanctified woman that loves the Lord, her kids, and her job.

  “Get up Coco and go clean the kitchen.” I shook my sister so she could wake her lazy ass up.

  “Let me sleep man, damn, I’ll clean it when I get up!” she adjusted herself in the bed completely ignoring me. I swear for me to be the youngest, I took on the responsibility of the oldest. I let her ass sleep while I began the task of picking up the clothes off the bedroom floor. Honey was in the living room cleaning up, I could hear Juvenile blasting from the stereo telling somebody to, “back that ass up”.

  “Ayyyy that’s that throwback, turn the volume up,” I yelled popping my ass while I picked up all the clothes that were thrown all over the room floor. I swear three girls sharing one room was a disaster.

  “Y’all hoes have no type of respect,” Coco said finally getting her ass out the bed. She went to the bathroom brushed her teeth and washed her face, then went down to the kitchen to do her chores. “That’s what I thought!” I yelled when I heard her washing the dishes. I cleaned our room, bathroom, and did our laundry. When I was done, I changed our sheets and curtains. Coco and I shared a king sized bed, while Honey had a queen. I put some purple and lime green zebra print sheets on our bed, sprayed some Febreze in the air, and stood back to admire my work.

  An hour later we were sitting at the dining room table eating the breakfast Coco prepared.

  “Where your Momma?” Honey asked no one in particular.

  “Shit, hell if I know, probably out turning tricks for mollies,” Coco laughed.

  “I know she ain’t at work, so if we don’t want run into her ass when she gets back we better eat and clear it,” I said stuffing eggs in my mouth. Our mother was the director of the day care. She was only required to come in to work on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Today was Saturday, so there should be no reason why her ass should be up at eight in the damn morning fucking with us.

  After breakfast, I got up to go take a shower. Standing in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, I admired my naked body. My skin was real smooth, no spots or blemishes. I was what most considered a redbone, standing at 5’5, I weighed 150 pounds and it was in all the right places. When God created me, I’m sure he said, ‘Let there be perfection’ and poof I was born. I turned to the side and idolized my ass. I didn’t have a hand full; I had an arm full of ass. My ass was on Nicki Minaj’s level, but the only difference was my ass was all real. I rubbed my hand over my breasts, while my D-cups stood at attention real nicely. For me to only be sixteen years old, I had a body that said otherwise. We all were blessed. Although I had the most ass out of all my sisters, none of us were lacking in the looks category. We were the baddest bitches in our neighborhood; we gave face and our bodies stayed on point. Coco was the thickest of us all. She was all hips and thighs, so was Honey. Honey looked like she was real exotic. She had a Spanish/white father so she had these dreamy blue eyes and creamy tan skin. All in all, we were as bad as they came.

  “Dang hoe you took forever.” A naked Honey, said walking towards the bathroom as soon as I opened the door.

  “Eww put on some clothes.”

  “You know you like this.” Honey replied, popping her ass, then closing the bathroom door.

  Honey was the oldest of us. She was eighteen and Coco was seventeen. My mama popped us out back to back before she finally decided to get her tubes tied, clipped, and burnt.

  “What’s the move for today?” Coco asked, brushing her 22-inch, Brazilian weave down her back. She had on some high waist shorts, a white crop top, with some all white Air Forces on her feet.

  “Ma, left us some money to go school shopping.” I replied, jumping up and down trying to get these high waist, cut up, jeans over my fat ass.

  “Nobody told you to have all that ass,” Coco laughed at me.

  “Fuck you.” I replied, sticking my tongue out at her.

  Once we were all dressed, we got in the 2009 all black Honda Accord, mama bought Honey as her graduation gift since this was her last year in high school. Honey blasted, “Fucking problems”, by Two Chains as we made our way to the King Plaza shopping center. We each had $1,000 to school shop. Even though mama was a drunk and pill popper she always made sure we had the best of everything. We never wanted for anything.

  Once we got to the mall, our first stop was 579. We were shopping on a budget, but we still had to look cute.

  “How this look?” Coco said coming out of the dressing room in a tight, high low black dress.

  “Now you know you too damn thick for that dress?” Honey popped her gum.

  “That’s how I like my dresses,” she said rolling her eyes. After ripping and running through the mall, we decided to stop at the food court to eat. We made our way to Charley’s and we all ordered a 12-inch Philly cheese steak sub, fries, and lemonade. Honey swiped her debit card and paid for our food. Honey was the only one whose father sent her money every month. Due to our mother being black, his family didn’t approve of her so he decided to be a distant parent and send $3,000 on the first of every month, Mama had no clue of this, she would tear Honey a new asshole if she knew Honey had some type of contact with him.

  “Let’s go get them new Kd’s that came out,” Honey said, taking a sip of her drink.

  “We spent all the money mama gave us,” Coco replied.

  “Girl bye! You know when I got it, y’all got it,” Honey stated.

  That’s what I love about my sisters we share everything, except dick.

  “Back that up,” Coco said, giving Honey high five.

  We ate in silence, then made our way to Footlocker. We each picked up four pairs of shoes and some colorful Nike socks to match. “That’ll be 786.50,” the cashier said as she bagged the shoes. Honey pulled out her card and swiped it. “Will that be debit or credit?”

  “Cash,” a deep voice answered that came from behind us.

  We all turned around and saw this fine ass, Denzel, look a like nigga. His teeth were as white as pure cocaine, his Adidas fit screamed he was a fresh nigga, the jewels around his neck, the ice on his wrist, and the mini golf ball sized diamonds in his ears confirmed he was a paid nigga. He walked towards Honey, holding her
hostage against the counter as he pulled out a fat knot and paid for our shoes. He then whispered something in her ear, slipped something in her pocket, and then walked away leaving us speechless.

  Chapter Two

  Honey

  Laying in bed, I was cheesing at the $100 dollar bill that had Vic’s number on it. He was so corny, yet so damn sexy. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text: Thank you :).

  I put on my headphones and allowed Usher to sing to me as I closed my eyes. My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns Hun. My phone rang, waking me up from my nap, “Hello,” I answered unaware of the caller.

  “You’re welcome,” his deep voice boomed through the phone causing me to blush. “Do you have plans for tonight?” he asked.

  “No, why what’s up?”

  “My boy is having a coming home party tonight and I was hoping that you would accompany me.”

  Damn, why did he have to sound so sexy. “Y-Y-Yeah, sure,” I stuttered. I was taken aback that he would want me on his arm to a party with his friends so soon after we met. “Can my little sisters come?” I asked. I wasn’t about to go anywhere without my girls with me.

  “Little sisters?”

  “Yeah the girls you saw me with earlier.”

  “Those you’re little sisters?” he asked, shocked, “As grown as they looked, I thought y’all was homegirls around the same age,” he chuckled.

  We got that a lot. People always thought they were my friends because we are all so close in age and they looked grown as hell.

  “Yeah, they can come,” Vic finally said.

  “Bet text me the address and I’ll see you there.”

  “Why I can’t come get you? You got a crazy boyfriend or something?” he asked.

  “Naw, a crazy mother,” I replied laughing. We chatted a for a few more minutes before making promises to see each other later that night then ending the phone call.

  “Why you in hearing, smiling, looking all goofy?” Cinnamon asked, walking in the room getting in bed with me.

  This girl could never lay in her own bed; she always had to have a body next to her. “Shut up. For your info we got invited to a party tonight,” I said, turning over on my stomach facing her.

  “What party and by whom?” she asked, cuddling next to me.

  “Some welcome home party one of Vic’s friends is having.”

  “Whose Vic?”

  “Buddy from the mall.”

  “Oh, you mean Denzel,” she replied, closing her eyes.

  “Yes him.”

  “Okay, just wake me up when it’s time to get dressed.” She fluffed her pillow while getting under the covers.

  “Ewww, I knew you hoes were gay!” Coco yelled, getting in bed with us.

  Hearing my phone beep, I read the text from Vic, set my alarm for 8, and closed my eyes. I loved my sisters with all my heart and I will die protecting them.

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm screamed, waking us all out of our naps.

  “Damn turn that shit off,” Coco yelled. Once she fell asleep, it was like pulling teeth to get her to wake up.

  “Y’all get up, we gotta get ready for the party. It starts at 9 and I’m trying to get there by 11.” I said getting out of bed. I made my way to mama’s bathroom and left them to fight over ours. I looked in her room and it looked like she hadn’t been home since she left. I quickly closed the door and made my way into the bathroom. I made sure the water was hot before wrapping my hair up and getting in. I had long hair down my back, so I didn’t wear weave, like Cinnamon and Coco did. Once in the shower, I lathered my body with mama’s Victoria Secret Body wash and moisturized my face with the oil of Olay moisturizer. My body wasn’t as voluptuous as Cinnamon’s, but I had enough ass and breast to satisfy any nigga. After hailing to my “V” with the Summer’s Eve Vajayjay wash, I got out the shower.

  Walking into the room, I lightly sprayed my body with body spray, and walked in the kitchen to find us something to eat. I made BLT sandwiches and rolled a few blunts. “Y’all come eat!” I yelled out to my sisters while plating the food and grabbing a bag of Lays chips. We ate; passed three blunts around, and sipped on some Peach Ciroc. It was 10:00pm when we finally decided to get dressed.

  I was dressed in a short, tight, black and white, racer dress, paired with some red wedges. I had Cinny put some large curls in my hair. Coco wore some short coochie cutters with an off the shoulder crop top that displayed her belly piercing, she finished off her outfit with some Jordans on her feet. Her long Brazilian weave was pinned up in a messy bun. Cinnamon had all her ass cheeks hanging out in the high waist shorts she wore. She had on a gold bra with a white blazer and a pair of white and gold Giuseppe wedges on her feet. She flat ironed her weave so it was bone straight and down her back. We took a picture in the full-length mirror and were on our way to the party. We sipped on some more Ciroc and smoked a few more blunts.

  I parked my car in the field across the street from the hall, the party was being held at. Then sent Vic a text letting him know that I had made it and to meet me at the door. We sat in the car and blew some more trees before deciding to walk into the party high as a kite.

  “’Cause I’m cute, in the face, thick in the waist, thick in the thighs, now watch me ride, ride, ride, ride’. Ooooooooh, this my shit,” Cinnamon said, rushing her way to the dance floor to do the thick girl. Coco was right behind her, so I gave Vic a quick hug and joined my sisters on the dance floor.

  I felt a pair of strong arms grab me around my waist. I assumed it was Vic, so I popped my ass a little faster and harder.

  When the song ended, I decided to give Vic some attention. The only thing that made this an issue was when I turned around and it wasn’t Vic behind me. It was some jacked up grill, bummy ass nigga. I quickly shooed him away and went to go look for Vic. Once I saw the flock of chicken heads, I immediately zeroed in to see who these birds were flocking. I saw Vic sitting in a chair with an ugly chick bouncing her ass up and down on him. He looked up as if he felt my glare burning holes in him. Once we were looking in each other’s eyes, he nodded his head, held up his drink and took a sip, while slapping the hoe on the ass. I shrugged my shoulders and walked off to chill with my sisters. Fuck him.

  The girls were still on the dance floor, so I decided to take a seat. A few guys approached me; I took some numbers, and blew the rest off. Scanning the crowd, none of these chicks had nothing on my sisters and I.

  “Oh, now you’re alone?” That sexy voice asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Don’t try no shit like that, no more,” he said sitting across from me.

  “Try what?” I asked, crossing my legs and giving him a view of the flower that was tattooed on my thigh.

  “Be all up in a niggas face while you suppose to be with me,” he said, licking his lips.

  “You jealous?”

  “Were you?” he asked sealing his blunt closed.

  I pulled it out his hands, grabbed his lighter, and took a long pull. “No,” I answered, blowing the smoke in his face. He chuckled and took the blunt out of my hand.

  “Cute, but I don’t smoke with my woman.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes, really and remember that,” he said, rubbing his hands on my flower, sending chills through my body.

  Just as we were getting deep into our conversation, gunshots rang through the building. I immediately jumped up in search of my sisters. Once I located them, we made a run for the door, and to the car. My only concern was making sure we all got home safely. There were always more dicks in the sea, but my sisters were irreplaceable.

  Vic: Call me when you get home.

  Me: Ok.

  As soon as we got inside, we were too exhausted to talk. We stripped down and got into bed. I was too sleepy to talk to Vic, so I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

  Me: Made it home safely, Goodnight/morning. Ttyl. I got in bed with my s
isters, and then fell asleep.

  Chapter Three

  Coco

  “Y’all fast asses better not be late on the first day of school!” Mama yelled in our room. I hated when she did all that yelling and shit.

  “Ok mama dang,” I said, getting out of bed.

  “Coco, don’t make me lose my character and slap your ass in the mouth.”

  I wanted to tell her every little bit of character she had vanished when she decided to swallow pills and drink all that damn liquor, but I held my tongue. I simply walked into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

  Today was the first day of my junior year. I couldn’t wait to graduate; I hated school with a passion. Cinny and Honey were the smart ones, I was into all they hype, high school had to offer. My sisters and I were the baddest, most popular chicks at Booker T High. We walked them halls like we ruled them and I dared a bitch to challenge us. I was always good with a razor, so it wasn’t shit to cut a bitch about my sisters. When I was done with my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. Although I wasn’t Cinnamon, I loved myself. I was just as pretty and my body was my prized possession. My confidence level was through the roof and nobody could tell me shit.

  “Coco hurry up,” Cinnamon said, knocking on the door. I opened the bathroom door and let her in. I smelled food in the kitchen, so I guess mama felt like being a mother today. She had her days when she wanted to play the mother role and other days she has been just a flat out bitch. No matter what was going on with her, she never treated us badly. She always made sure we were good and I loved her for that. I just wished her ass would get some damn help though. Honey walked around the room naked looking through the closet for clothes to wear.

  “Do you ever cover up?” I asked, putting on my black, lace, bra and thong set.

  “Eat me!” she replied, getting dressed. I guess today she just said fuck panties because she put on a dress without any.

  “I want y’all asses in this house after school today. I ain’t forgot about that stunt y’all pulled the other day.” Mama said fixing our plates and sitting in front of each one of us. She was dressed in a white, button down shirt and khaki slacks. Her black heels clacked against the tile as she walked around the kitchen. Our mother was the true definition of beauty. “Let me get off and not see y’all black asses in this house, see what the fuck I do.” She handed us each a $50.00 bill and left the house.