Free Gutta Mamis by N’Tyse Page A

for disrespecting them.
    Roni beat the girl so bad that it took a well-placed ten-thousand-dollar bribe to keep her from pressing charges. Jasmine didn’t want any of that drama tonight. All she wanted to do was kick back, drink, smoke a couple of blunts, and chill with her homegirls. The GMBs walked past the crowd and up to the door as if they owned the joint.
    Jasmine allowed her friend to get by. “Okay, Kita, do ya thing, homegirl.”
    Kita wasted no time. “Hey, Terry, baby. How you been doin’?”
    â€œI’m straight,” replied the stone-faced bouncer as he tried to throw shade.
    â€œBaby, you ain’t still mad about last month, are you? I meant to call you, but my baby daddy been havin’ a bitch on lockdown and shit. Hell, I ain’t even been able to wipe my ass without that nigga being there.”
    â€œIs that right?” the burly bouncer asked. “I see yo ass all up in this bitch tonight though,” he added with much skepticism.
    â€œThat’s because that nigga back locked up again. I’ll tell you what, boo. I owe you, but I swear on everything if you let me and my friends in—”
    He didn’t wait for her to finish. “Sorry, y’all gotta go to the back of the line.”
    â€œYou sure about that, boo,” Kita said, letting her hand graze his dick.
    The way he tensed up told her that all she had to do was take it home. She got on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. Before she was even done telling him about all the nasty things that she would do to him, he was removing the velvet rope and allowing her entourage to enter. Haters looked on in jealousy and disgust but held their tongues. A few of the people standing in the line had already heard about the GMBs and didn’t desire any trouble. Jasmine and Roni mean-mugged the haters as they walked past the smiling doorman.
    â€œDamn, bitch, how many blowjobs did you promise that nigga to get him to smile like that?” Roni asked.
    â€œI merely told him that I was gon’ give him a little somethin’ later on.”
    â€œNasty bitch,” Jasmine remarked.
    â€œDon’t hate, homegirl, don’t hate.”
    The GMBs made their way through the club amidst the usual eye rolls by women and lustful stares by men. Jasmine and Kita garnered most of the looks as Roni was on the prowl for some fresh pussy. Club Ice was a rather small club but VIPs, big ballers, and shot-callers regularly fell through, in large part because of the star power and reputation for serving strong drinks and being a trouble-free spot.
    â€œWhat can I get for you ladies?” the long-faced bartender inquired.
    â€œAye, yo, let us get a bottle of Cristal, dawg! We celebrating tonight.” Jasmine beamed.
    â€œOh yeah? What we celebrating?” he asked in a friendly tone.
    Before Jasmine or Kita could say a word, Roni spoke up. “We,” she said, pointing at him and her girls, “ain’t celebrating shit. Me and my homegirls are celebrating. Stop being so fuckin’ nosey and get the damn bottle.”
    Jasmine and Kita looked at each other and then at Roni.
    â€œRoni, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jasmine asked. “Homeboy was only makin’ conversation.”
    â€œConversation, my ass. That hoe-ass nigga was all up in our business.”
    â€œRoni, you need to chill the fuck out,” Kita said. “Ain’t nobody tryin’ ta get into no silly shit with yo ass tonight.”
    â€œDamn, bitch! You act like you scared or something. You skurred , bitch?”
    â€œLook, you clit-lickin’ dyke! Ain’t no fuckin’ body scared! Yo ass be on some dumb shit sometimes!”
    â€œBitch, who the fuck you think you talkin’ to like that? You must think I’m one o’ them lame-ass niggas you be fuckin’ wit!”
    â€œAhight, that’s e-fuckin-nough!” Jasmine was tired of the verbal sparring between her