Coca Kola - The Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page A

that?” Perry teased.
    Sassy squirmed in his lap and exhaled a breath of satisfaction.
    Perry’s men laughed. They wanted a piece of the Asian beauty too and were ready to run a train on her in one of the back rooms.
    ***
    Kola watched from a short distance. She respected how Sassy worked the table. She let Sassy have her moment and then walked over.
    “I see you got my girl trippin’ over here,” Kola said with a smile.
    “I like her, Kola.”
    “Yeah, she’s one of my best.”
    “I wanna fuck,” Perry blurted out, the yearning showing in his eyes.
    Sassy felt the bulge in his jeans and was highly impressed. She wanted to wrap her lips around his hard dick and suck it like a porn star.
    Kola steadied her eyes on Perry. “It’s good to see you enjoying yourself, Perry, but I need to talk to you about something . . . in private, if you don’t mind.”
    Perry nodded. He respected Kola and knew she would never waste his time. Sassy stood up from Perry’s lap, and as he stood out of his chair, his hard-on was evident.
    Sassy smiled and said, “I’ll take care of that when you come back, sweetie.”
    “Oh, I know you will,” Perry replied, returning the smile.
    Perry followed Kola into a private room. After Kola closed the door, he looked at her with a lustful gaze. He massaged his crotch leisurely, licking his lips. “You look nice, ma.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I’m sayin’. . . what’s good wit’ that? I see your boy ain’t around tonight.”
    “He takes care of business.”
    “I bet he do, like I want to right now.” Perry stepped closer to Kola.
    “Put your dick on chill and relax, Perry. I’m here on business. I ain’t tryin’ to fuck you.”
    “I’m sayin’, ma . . . it’s only you and me in the room. Ain’t nobody gotta find out. You is so fuckin’ sexy, Kola. I’m sayin’ . . . what’s really good wit’ that?”
    She smiled. “Business.”
    “What about pleasure?”
    “Business is my pleasure.”
    “I respect that.” Perry knew not to push it, knowing that Cross and his crew were nothing to play with. Kola wasn’t the average hood chick he could just have his way with. “What you got me in here for?” he asked.
    “I have a proposition for you. A really nice one.”
    “Like what?”
    “We both about making money, right?”
    “It’s why I get up every morning, baby.”
    Kola smiled. “How are things goin’ wit’ Chico?”
    “His shit is weak, but it moves.”
    “Listen, Perry, I’ma be up front wit’ you. I want you to come over and fuck wit’ our shit at a better price.”
    Perry chuckled. “At eighteen-five? Nah. Chico’s shit might be stepped on a lot, but it still moves, and no disrespect, but y’all shit too rich for my blood.”
    “I’m ready to cut you a deal.”
    “What kind of deal?”
    “Sixteen.”
    “Chico lets his go at fifteen.”
    “But Chico ain’t fuckin’ with the quality we fuckin’ wit—straight connect from Colombia, and uncut. Maybe stepped on one or two times when you get it ready for street distribution.”
    Perry still looked reluctant. Kola moved closer to him, staring him in the eyes. She was sharp with business and wanted to pull Perry into the deal.
    “Look, either way our shit is sweet like pussy. Gonna sell like it too, and it’s gonna get out there on that grind shit, making niggas plenty of money. We got far better quality than that weak, stepped-on shit Chico is pumping out. I’m hollering at you first because I got love for you, Perry. But sooner or later Chico’s gonna dry out. He ain’t about quality, but we are.”
    Perry couldn’t take his eyes away from Kola. She had him thinking. “I’ve been fuckin’ wit’ Chico for a minute.”
    “Yeah, I respect loyalty, but at the end of the day you a businessman, I hope, and business shouldn’t be personal. Are you tryin’ to get rich, nigga, or make fuckin’ friends?”
    “I feel you, ma.”
    “Nah. If you feel me, then get the fuck on board.”
    Perry rubbed