Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah Page A

restroom.
    “You taking shots at Vanessa, huh?”
    Chanel smirked at Candy. “Now, you and I both know Vanessa can't walk in Chanel's designer shoes. But you,” she pointed at Candy, “you want Vanessa to walk into your bedroom. Think I don't know.”
    Candy stopped, clutched Chanel's hand and stared into her hazel eyes. “So I want Vanessa and you want Rich. What are we gonna do about it?”
    Chanel was silent for a few seconds. “You tell me.”
    “I gotta plan. You down?”
    “What's good?”
    Candy shared her plan for making her move on Vanessa. She was confident that she could turn Vanessa out, and she was going to videotape them having sex. She would then give the video to Chanel. Chanel would find a way to give the video to Rich. “Then you use it as leverage to get him to leave Vanessa.”
    Chanel's eyebrows arched. “Heifer, is you crazy? You think he gonna get rid of one of the hundreds of chicks he slingin’ pipe to, because she got her pussy licked by one of the baddest hos in Harlem? That motherfucker will be happy to have that tape. Shit, I can see his ass smiling now in front of a eighty-inch flat screen.”
    “You missing the point,” Candy said.
    “Then help me not miss it.”
    “Everybody and they mother in Harlem know Rich for getting any chick he want.”
    “And?” Chanel frowned.
    “You see how he be coming in my motherfuckin' shop, kissing and hugging all on Vanessa? He never did that shit with no other woman. You know what all that's about, right?”
    “Yeah, he tryin' to piss me off and let everybody else know we couldn't convince that heifer not to slide up under his dick.”
    “Exactly. Now he comin’ in the shop to get his braids done three times a week all of a sudden.”
    “So? What's your point?”
    “You think he would be able to face everybody in the shop, let alone me, if we all knew he couldn't handle his woman? Think about it. Big Rich the Mandingo who couldn't stop a woman from taking his woman.”
    Chanel smiled and snapped her fingers. She pointed at Candy. “That's why I fucks with you. You a thinker, girl. We put Rich business on front street like this, that motherfucker will move outta Harlem before he faces us or anybody else in the 'hood. But you gotta turn Vanessa out and get her on tape.”
    “Don't worry about that. I got her. But you gotta do something too.”
    “What it is? Holler at your girl?”
    “You gotta throw the pussy at him so he'll think he's getting back at us and Vanessa by fucking you.”
    “Yeah, that's how he'll save face, saying even though his chick got loose, he moved on and fucked another one of us anyway.”
    “Exactly. But we're gonna keep the video just between us. You only tell him that everybody knows, so you can fuck with his head and get him to mess with you.”
    “What if he mentions the video in the shop?” Chanel asked.
    “That's not his style. As long as we're cool, he'll be cool. I've known him for years. Trust me.”
    “How 'bout Vanessa? What if he mentions it to her, or shows her the video?”
    “You just let me handle that.”
    Chanel took a deep breath and shook her head. “You playin’ with fire.”
    “I don't give a fuck if I go down in flames. Vanessa gonna eat this pussy. Mark my words.
     
     
VANESSA
     
    A couple of months after Leah's wedding, Vanessa sat in Candy's chair. It was early in the morning before the shop opened. Vanessa had just had her hair dyed brown and Candy was now blow-drying it. While Vanessa had managed to fight off the strange feelings she had after seeing Candy and Vera have sex, she was still curious about the cause of Candy's first experience with a woman. She knew that Candy had a long history with some powerful hustlers and that they probably handled their business in the bedroom, just like Rich did.
    After a conversation about Candy’s ex-boyfriends, Candy asked, “Wasn't I supposed to tell you that story ab out me after Dez died?”
    “Oh, yeah. You switching from men