Who knew what made the two college girls bold enough to try and sell drugs at
that
club in
that
part of town. The two Police Officers called to the scene would wonder about this along with many other things after the club security had fully informed them of the situation. Obviously the perpetrators of the attack had scattered ahead of the Police lights, leaving only the two twenty-one year old disgraced college girls in the middle of the club car park.
The aspiring criminals, 'Pink Socks' and 'The Red Hood', as the Police would laughingly dub them, weren't talking for various reasons. Pink Socks because of the baggie of weed roughly fished out of her sock by a female Officer and the Red Hood because she was still in mute shock at the way she'd been humiliatingly owned in public.
Quite why the two 'victims' thought it would be wise to strut into a poor, predominantly black, ghetto neighbourhood and front it out could only really be chalked up to the foolishness of youth. Yet motive was still something of a mystery to the Cops as they tried (without success) to find the rest of the jacked college girls' clothes and engage the blonde (the only one petulantly coherent...) about their drug dealing activity in the area.
Brittany and Selina certainly had a tough reputation, but only amongst the college kids they sold party drugs to. They did indeed think of themselves as quite the pair of badass bitches. The number one duo of drug dealing Divas on campus. Admittedly, nobody was keen to mess with them. They had a reputation for taking no shit. Brittany was the brains of the operation and Selina the brawn. Despite the fact that they were in no way compelled to sell drugs by desperate economic circumstance, the duo still had ample motivation. Firstly, they loved getting high on the weekends and were sick of chasing sketchy characters around town for drugs. Secondly, they loved to be in demand and were positively addicted to the edginess that they believed dealing drugs afforded them. And thirdly, the illicit financial returns didn't exactly help pay for their education, but it did buy them the sort of luxuries that would ordinarily be out of reach for a couple of middle class college girls with student loans accruing.
Brittany was white with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She wore a freakish amount of make-up and was perpetually clad in pink and white. A girly girl with predatory eyes. A perpetually bratty bitch-face expression was the main obstacle in the way of being described as a natural beauty. Fleshy and buxom, but just the
right
side of what she'd consider chubby. Cold and calculating, Brittany was the entrepreneurial brains of the outfit. She played the lead to Selina, a lean, leggy Latina with lots of fire in her. A nasty bitch. Tall, tough and she'd been a bully in the school yard. That Selina was from a family of MMA fighters and herself planned to make it as a professional fighter after college only intensified her dysfunctional need to dominate. Her face, a pinch of Shayna Baszler meanness with a little Selina Gomez softness...if Selina Gomez's nose had been punched to puggishness and her ears lightly cauliflowered from grappling. Selina was muscle for the physically soft, but psychologically manipulative Brittany, not that their combined talents were ever really needed in the pursuit of dealing to social studies students.
They met Tavon at a downtown club. Cute black guy from the wrong side of the tracks. He charmed Brittany, but left Selina resolutely unimpressed. Being around him made white girl Brittany feel a little dangerous. Hanging out with a guy of his - self-proclaimed - ghetto credentials made her pussy tingle. The trip to the ghetto club was his idea. He said that they'd make a bundle selling their Molly to the neighbourhood folk. Of course, the girls didn't actually need hood rat money. There was more than enough cash to be made on campus. But Tavon wasn't selling them a new market to deal drugs to. No. He was selling them a little ghetto danger. Brittany couldn't resist.
"They good people..." Tavon assured them.
Brittany and Selina exited the cab filled with confidence and bluster. The girls each took one of Tavon's arms. Brittany's pink painted duck lips pouted up a storm to the black crowds who hooted and hollered in the parking lot. People were everywhere. Groups lounged on vehicles that farted out distorted bass music.
Brittany wore a garish neon pink and bright white gangster girl suit ensemble. It looked like something out of a particularly tasteless rap video. A pink fedora sat upon her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She had orange tanned skin and a pretty - but ever petulant - made-up face. Mouth painted thick with pink lipstick, a fat cigar was clamped between her artificially dazzling white teeth. She wore a white blazer over a neon pink fishnet top. Her big titties were held aloft by a visible pink strapless bra. Brittany was buxom and a little fleshy in all the right places. White flared pants hung over stiletto heeled, pointy white boots.
Selina strutted in an equally tacky black fedora. A severe, but no less attractive face. Black aviator shades covered her eyes. A garish glossy purple bob sat beneath the hat. A shiny purple blouse plumed out beneath a pin-stripe black blazer. Straight pin-stripe trousers rested on a pair of black, suede, platform ankle boots. The stacked heels lent her elegant, toned body an even more statuesque appearance.
As they strutted across the large lot, Selina smelt trouble long before Brittany was even aware that there could be a potential problem. Groups of loitering black girls regarded the two college girls with undisguised scorn. Guys jeered and talked shit. Brittany kept up her duck lipped pout and sucked on her prop cigar obliviously. Then she looked to Tavon... The motherfucker looked scared, but before he could utter a word regarding what scared him so, a group of five thuggish looking guys stepped up to him and the two college girls.
"Pee Wee! You bitch! We got some unfinished business! You better get your sissy ass over to my car!" Shouted the biggest and meanest of the bunch.
Before Tavon could even object, the group were hustling him away from his companions.
"S-sure, no problem guys. Brittany, Selina! I'll see you in the club!" he mewled in a higher pitched voice than either of them had ever heard from Tavon before. Brittany now realised that something was indeed up.
Pee Wee?!
Perhaps Tavon had sold himself as being slightly more dangerous than he actually was...
The group hustling their ghetto chaperone away were visibly shaking him down and slapping him around as they went. Brittany and Selina strutted on non-plussed and unsure of what to do amongst the crowds of overtly malevolent looking black party goers. Still they kept up the collective cool, calm fronting, as they both reasoned that to look in any way apprehensive could attract more unwanted attention. Despite their unsteady nerves regarding what had just happened to Tavon, something else seemed especially...off. Selina knew that it wasn't just because they weren't black as a few token trashy looking white folk loitered in the lot amongst the blacks and they weren't being hassled.
Brittany knew that she'd have to be the one to make a decision. Selina would just follow her lead. They could either go into the club or get the fuck out of the area. She was on the verge of telling Selina that they should leave when a hard shove to the back sent Brittany stumbling forward. She managed to stay on her pointy booted feet, but her hat tumbled off and her cigar shot from her pouting lips.
