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“Duchess, how do you like this lipstick on me,” asked Diamond.
She was an openly gay male cross dresser and one of The Duchess oldest and dearest friends.
He, along with three of their other tranny friends Serena, Jocelyn and Satin were headed to The Pink Kitty gentleman’s club to perform.
“Bitch, you know I look can’t at you and the road,” The Duchess teased as she cruised down the dimly lit street.
“Just glance at it, this is Rhi Rhi’s Ruby Woo by Mac.”
“You look good, but you still need to let me tighten up them brows when we get to the club,” The Duchess replied as she turned the radio up a few notches.
“Girl what you talking ‘bout? My brows are fierce,” said Diamond as she admired her reflection in her compact.
“Bitch please, you serving up butch queen realness with them Drake caterpillars on your face,” The Duchess laughed. “Jocelyn pass that shit up here.”
“Hold up...” Jocelyn replied as she choked down another toke off the blunt she had just rolled. “Y’all wanna hit this?” she asked Satin and Serena.
“Nah.. I’m chilling off this dirty sprite,” Serena responded.
“Pass that shit over here,” Satin chimed in.
“I hope y’all bitches got y’all steps to this routine down while y’all getting fucked up. Its gon’ be some quality niggas in there tonight, so our shit needs to be on point,” Diamond scolded.
“Quit being a party pooper,” The Duchess replied as she grabbed the blunt from Satin with one hand while maneuvering the steering wheel with the other. After taking a few pulls, she passed it to Diamond, “Here you need this to loosen up that tight ass of yours” giving Diamond a flirtatious wink.
“You outta know,” Diamond giggled.
“Y’all some nasty hoes,” Serena chirped.
“Bitch, shut up and pass me that drank,” said The Duchess.
The crew laughed as they continued on their journey, singing their usual turn up song.
“Dirty Sprite make it right! Dirty Sprite make it right!”
Suddenly they were interrupted by Jocelyn yelling from the backseat.
“Hey, turn that down a second!” She motioned to The Duchess tapping her on her shoulder.
“Wassup boo?” The Duchess asked as she obliged.
“Ain’t that the trick that owes you some money?” she asked pointing to the car that was sitting next to them at the red light.”
“Well I’ll be dammed! It is that hoe!” The Duchess yelled.
She rolled down the passenger window and honked her horn. Sonnet, unaware of who was blowing at her looked The Duchess dead in the face.
“Oh shit,” she said to herself, “How the hell am I going to get out of this?”
“Pull your ass over Sonnet and let’s settle this like some real women,” The Duchess snapped.
That was the furthest thing from Sonnet’s mind. She turned and looked straight ahead. Her foot tapped at the at gas pedal. When the light turned green, she was mashing that shit.
The Duchess sensed that this was her plan and followed suit. She straightened up in her seat and prepared to mow Sonnet off the road if need be.
The light turned green, and Sonnet punched the gas full throttle. Cheron had told her to be careful because it was an older car, and it needed a tune up. But she had to put the pedal to the metal if she was going to outrun The Duchess
“Hold on to your lacefronts, bitches I’m about to put the Louboutin to the metal on this hoe!” The Duchess slammed on the gas in full pursuit of Sonnet.
“Fuck!” Sonnet wailed as she raced through the yellow light at the next intersection. She couldn’t believe that The Duchess crazy ass was actually chasing her down over her money.
As she swerved in and out of traffic she noticed that the oil light popped on. And not only that, it seemed like she was slowing down despite her foot being mashed to the ground, she was now seeing smoke trickle up from the edges of the hood.
“Get that bitch Duchess!” Jocelyn yelled from her lowered window.
“Jocelyn, chill out! Duchess, what the hell are you doing?” Diamond screamed frantically. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
“I’m just trying to get my loot!” The Duchess exclaimed. “These trifling ass birds need to know The Duchess don’t play when it comes to her money!” she yelled as she swerved her vehicle to bump into the side of the Festiva. “You got away once bitch! Not this time!”
“Oh, Shit!” Sonnet screamed as the vehicle jerked from the impact. The Duchess had turned into a damn mad man. She had to get away from her no matter what the cost. Her mind raced feverishly trying to devise an escape plan.
Imma bend a corner and lose her ass. That shit works in the movies. “Hang on Gucci!” Sonnet’s knuckles were practically white she gripped the steering wheel so hard. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as she peered through her rearview mirror. For a split second luck was on her side and she managed to gain a little speed on The Duchess when she got stuck at a red light. This was her chance. She looked up in the rearview mirror to see that she was now only a few cars behind. She was gaining on her fast. This shit had to work.
“Duchess, Please! You gon’ make us late for the show!” Diamond exclaimed.
The Duchess never responded, instead she remained focused. She had a lock on Sonnet like a heat seeking missile, and she wasn’t stopping till she had her in her grip.
“Get that bitch, she’s turning!” Serena yelled.
Sonnet turned the corner on two wheels, totally ignoring the loud clacking noise that came from the engine. No sooner than she straightened out the wheel the car started shaking and finally going dead.
“Noooo!” Sonnet pressed on the dead gas pedal. The engine sputtered in her attempt to restart the vehicle. Thick black smoke had now started to make its way inside the car.
“Hot Damn!” The Duchess beamed with delight at the sight that was before her. Sonnet’s junk heap had broken down, and she had her right where she wanted her.
She popped open the glove box and pulled out a straight razor.
Diamond’s eyes grew large as she attempted to catch her breath. “What the hell you gon’ do with that? I didn’t sign up for all this shit.”
“Bitch un-tape your balls and man up. I’m just ‘bout to scare her ass.”
“Come on Duchess, I’m down with you,” Satin announced as she pulled a pair of rhinestone brass knuckles from her knockoff Birkin bag. “Knuckle up divas!”
In Sonnet’s attempt to restart the car she, didn’t notice that The Duchess had not only caught up to her, but she was also parked and standing outside the vehicle with a sinister grin. She flashed the blade in her left hand, her brood of tranny friends now making their exit, as well.
Terror struck Sonnet as she realized that she was trapped. She had no choice but to take off on foot if she had a chance at survival. She popped the lock and pushed on the door, but it would not budge. It was badly dented from the hit it had taken. She quickly climbed over to the passenger side and tore out of the door, leaving it hanging open for her pooch.
“Run Gucci!” She yelled as she took off down the abandoned side street only to realize that it was actually a winding alleyway for the back of the store fronts on the street side. Where the hell is everyone at? There was no one around to help her in her dilemma.
Upon seeing Sonnet take off on foot, The Duchess gave orders to her girls to catch her, “Get her girls!”
Sonnet bolted down the weather worn pavement.
The Duchess folded her blade and gave chase, passing all of her girls.
Sonnet’s heart raced and her lungs burned as she gasped for air. She could feel The Duchess closing in on her. She was able to make it around another deserted corner and down the block before she was caught.
“Got yo’ass!” The Duchess yelled as she walked Sonnet down, diving on her back as she knocked her to the ground.
“It’s over for you now bitch!” Jocelyn panted as she caught up to them. The others were close behind.
The Duchess yanked Sonnet to her feet.
“Lemme go you sick bastard!” Sonnet shrilled in protest.
She tried to squirm her way free but it was useless. The Duchess had her in a Vulcan grip by the back of her neck. Her manly strength prevailed as she damn near lifted Sonnet from the ground.
“You done made me chip my damn nail, you got to pay twice!” The Duchess fumed.
Sonnet flailed her arms, wildly but all she could manage to connect with was air. Her mind raced to think of something quick, or she was surely in store for a beat down.
This muthafucka still a man, Sonnet thought as she balled up her fist and swung down and back as hard as she could, trying to connect to The Duchess’ nut sack.
This infuriated The Duchess, “Bitch you tried it! You tried to take a low blow! Didn’t you know a bitch like me got her shit tucked?” she snapped before pushing Sonnet back to the ground and placing a size 14 stiletto on the back of her neck.
“Ooohh no she didn’t girl!” Jocelyn and Diamond said in unison.
Satin walked over to Sonnet and kneeled down. “You done fucked over the wrong bitch,” she jeered as she grabbed Sonnet by her face.
“Come on y’all, just let her ass go!” Diamond whined in an attempt to get her friends back to the car.
“Hell naw!” The Duchess retorted. I try to avoid violence at all cost. And y’all know I ain’t messy. But if I let her ass go every bitch in LA will think they can just stiff me on my loot. I’m bout’ to make an example outta yo’ ass!”
“You want us to fuck her up?” Satin asked punching her palm with the brass knuckles.
“Nah... I can handle her. Get up on yo’ damn knees!” The Duchess demanded.
Sonnet flinched as The Duchess yanked her to her knees by her 24 inch Malaysian. She held her breath as she fought back the tears.
“You got my money?”
“I don’t have any money! Let me go!” she sobbed.
“Then imma’ have to repo these tracks.” The Duchess replied as she held Sonnet by her hair with one hand and flipped open her blade with the other.
“No!” Sonnet screamed and reached for her head only to have her hands pulled away by Jocelyn and Satin.
“One of y’all shut this hoe up,” The Duchess ordered.
Seeing as Diamond was beyond to ready to wrap this shit up and get back to the current plan, she felt it was her duty to oblige.
“I was gone be a DDD tonight, but I guess I’ll have to settle for a C cup,” she announced as she pulled a chicken cutlet bra insert from her bag and crammed it in Sonnet’s mouth.
The Duchess cut Sonnet’s weave completely off, leaving her with only a head full of corn rows and tracks.
“Now run tell that! Like you ran yo’ ass outta’ my damn shop! And pass the word on to any of your other trifling ass friends, if they fuck over The Duchess there will be repercussions. I’m letting yo’ ass off with a warning this time, but if I see your sorry ass anywhere near my shop the blade will be used on that pretty little face of yours the next time. Let’s go Divas!”