The black dress that Yoshi had bought for Billy hugged her like a second skin. It dipped low in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts, and clung around the hips. Her hair was done up in a fresh wash and set, hanging straight down her back and slightly curled at the ends. As she passed a guy they knew from the block, he tried to holla, not even realizing it was her.

Yoshi was over the top, as usual. The tight leather shorts she wore hugged her ass and hips, showing just a little cheek at the bottom. The top she wore was completely see-through with floral patterns. The only thing that kept the whole world from seeing her breasts was the short leather vest she wore. Both guys’ and girls’ mouths hung open as she sauntered toward the club.

“You see all these muthafuckas out here?” Billy asked, trying to ignore the uncomfortable looks she was getting.

“Looks like everybody turned out for Bad Blood’s performance,” Reese said.

“I knew we should’ve gotten here earlier, fucking with your slow ass, Reese,” Rhonda said with attitude.

“Me? If you didn’t have me go home with you first, I wouldn’t have taken so long to get dressed.”

“Well, I ain’t trying to wait wit’ all these thirsty-ass niggaz. By the time we get in the open bar is gonna be over.”

Yoshi scanned the front of the club until she spotted who she was looking for. “We might not have to,” she said, heading toward the entrance. The other three girls followed closely behind.

Yoshi brushed past the people standing on the line as if she didn’t even notice them. A few chicks shot her dirty looks. One girl with a bad weave even went as far as to say, “Who does that bitch think she is?” Yoshi ignored the bum bitch and continued toward the door, parting the rest of the crowd like the Red Sea. The way she carried herself, you could tell she was someone important.

A hulk of a man stood at the door, checking IDs and hurting the feelings of anyone who didn’t fit the criteria of what they deemed acceptable by turning them away. When Yoshi and her crew approached, his face took on a hard edge, but softened when he made out the features of the light-skinned dime leading the pack.

“China, what’s hood, boo?” He greeted her with a smile that lacked a tooth in the top front.

“Ain’t nothing, Bear. How you?” Yoshi returned his smile.

“Can’t complain. Say, I haven’t seen you at the Wild West in a while.”

“I stopped going since the crowd slacked off. All my regulars can catch me at the Lady.”

“That’s what’s up. I gotta come through there and catch the show.” Bear finally noticed the girls with Yoshi anxiously looking at the front door. “You girls going in?”