For someone who was skin and bones, Katiesha had the appetite of a moose. She ordered just about everything off the menu. Two double cheeseburgers, two large orders of fries, a large root beer, and two pineapple pies. The fast-food greasy spoon was packed with college kid drunks from the bar across the street. I picked a booth seat in a corner where Katiesha and I could run our mouths. The smell of hot grease bit my senses. Katiesha not only finished off what she ordered, but ate half of what I had on my tray. It was like she was a bottomless pit the way she scarfed down burgers and fries. Damn, to be that skinny and not gain an ounce should be a damn crime.
“So what that ho up to these days?” Katiesha asked, stuffing fries into her mouth. “Didn’t she get married to some hot-shot doctor?”
“Yeah, Dr. Kashawn Parker,” I said.
“I saw a picture of them in the paper. I wasn’t feeling that ugly-ass wedding dress she wore. Who is she fooling, wearing white like she’s some virgin princess? Bougie bitch. Bree always did think she was better than everybody.”
I swirled my straw around in my sweet tea. “More than ever now that she got a ring on it,” I added.
“Hell, that doesn’t mean nothing. She stoops over and shits like the rest of us.”
I don’t know what I was sickened by the most: Katiesha’s greasy fingers from the hamburgers, or her talking with her mouth full. Who taught this bitch proper table manners, Slimer from Ghostbusters? I’ve seen babies with better manners.
“So what’s up? You mentioned something about a business proposition.”
“So you know Bree’s husband?”
“Who hasn’t? I can’t stand that bitch, but, damn, she’s got good taste in men. The girls at the club steady be talking about how fine he is. Bree better not slip ’cause a bitch might push up on it.”
The thought of Katiesha doing anything to my Kashawn almost made me throw up in my mouth, but I had to keep my composure to get this shit done. “And how much would it take for you to push up on that?”
“Whatchu mean?” Katiesha dipped two fries into a container of spicy ketchup.
“What would you say if I told you I would pay you five grand to fuck Bree’s man?”
“I would say stop pulling my dick.”
“Oh, I’m dead serious.”
Katiesha started laughing. She took a napkin, realizing its use, and wiped her mouth. Hell, for a minute there, I thought I would have to get this girl a bib.
“Let’s go outside. I need a cigarette,” she said.
We walked outside where we leaned against my Mustang. Katiesha rested the cigarette between her lips, took out a green lighter, and lit the end until it burned orange-red. Smoke spirited from the cave of her nose, the crease of her lips.
“When are you talking about doing this?”
“Kashawn should be home now.”
“Hold up. I know you ain’t talking about doing this shit tonight.”
“Tonight is the only time it can be done. I might not have another opportunity like this.”
“So what’s in this shit for you?”
I wasn’t about to tell home girl my business. “That’s not important.”
“You trying to break their marriage up?”
“Question is will you do it?”
“That’s it, isn’t it? You wet for Bree’s man.”
I ignored Katiesha, growing more and more annoyed with her trying to get all up in my business. “It has to be done tonight and we need to move fast.”
“Well, I’ve never been one to turn down good money, but make it ten G’s and you got a deal.”
“Damn, ten grand?”
“Cash motherfucking money.”
I didn’t want to give into her demands. “Okay, I will give you five now and another five when the job is done.”
Katiesha took a drag from her cigarette as she considered my plan. I knew good and well it was an offer she wasn’t going to refuse. “That’s what’s up. Let’s do this.”
“And this has to be kept between you and me. If I find out that you told anyone, the deal is off, no money.”
“I gotchu. I’m down for whatever.”
I knew I couldn’t trust Katiesha’s ass as far as I could throw her. The girl was a stripper after all, which is why I was going to see this through. I already had Deanthony fucking my shit up, and I wasn’t about to have her throw a kink into my game.
“I need to clean up first, wash my pussy.”
“What?”
“My vagina. You want me to have a clean vagina, don’t you?”
“Do what you gotta do.”
As Katiesha went to the bathroom to freshen up, I couldn’t help but think what the hell I was getting myself into with this chick. I called Bree to see what was up. Deanthony should have done his part by now.