Material Girl Read Free Page A

spot them anywhere. Suddenly, she saw Billie, her best friend, and her cousin Teyona (a.k.a. Tee-Tee, a.k.a. Dick ’em Down Diva) walking toward the restaurant.
    Billie, the most conservative of the bunch, was newly separated from her husband of eleven years, St. Louis Rams superstar Cain Townsend. She was a mother of three and the “HBIC” of St. Louis. Billie was not only the president of the Rams Wives’ Club, but she also served on the board of the St. Louis Art Museum, was the president of her building’s board, and the president of the PTA. Most industry wives feared her. Billie was known for being cold and aloof, but to Dylan she was nothing but supportive and loving.
    Tee-Tee, on the other hand, was everything Billie wasn’t. He was overly eccentric, loud, opinionated, and never took anything too seriously. He enjoyed the company of a different man almost every night of the week, and there wasn’t a pair of high heels in the world he didn’t love.
    “Hey, girl!” He waved as he and Billie passed the window.
    Instead of speaking, Dylan hit him with the middle finger and smiled.
    “Took y’all long enough. Y’all ass can’t never get nowhere on time,” she griped as they sat down.
    “Don’t blame me. Blame drunk-ass.” Billie pointed with her head toward Tee-Tee.
    “Heffa, don’t start,” Tee-Tee warned as he secured his allblack Chanel shades over his eyes. The bright lights and the loud chatter inside the restaurant were killing him softly.
    “Um, you do realize that you’re not outside anymore?” Dylan looked at him like he was crazy.
    “Hoooooooooooney.” He popped his lips. “If you had a night like I did, you would have on shades too.”
    “Wow.” Dylan shook her head, knowing he had a hangover.
    “Did you order yet?” Billie asked.
    “No, I’m not inconsiderate like you two skanks,” Dylan quipped.
    “Oh, bitch, get over it.” Billie scrunched up her face.
    “I hope you choke on your food.” Dylan joked, yawning.
    “Speaking of choking . . .” Tee-Tee perked up. “Why, last night I was wit’ this guy, right, so we gettin’ it poppin’. He kissin’ me in all the right places, sayin’ all the right things, so I’m ready for the dick. Now, y’all know I’m a bad bitch. There ain’t a dick out here my mouth can’t handle. Well, honey, this niggah pulled down his paaaaaants, and his dick was so big, I thought I was gon’ get lockjaw just by lookin’ at it!”
    “And what you say his name was again?” Dylan teased, pulling out her cell phone.
    “I didn’t, ho.” He squinted his eyes.
    “Quit being stingy wit’ the beef.”
    “Chile, please. That Jimmy Dean sausage is all mines. Now, it wouldn’t fit all the way in, but baby, the ten inches that did rocked my ass to sleep!”
    “TMI, TMI, niggah! TMI!” Dylan quickly erased the visual.
    “Uh, don’t hate, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you over there yawning all over the place. Why you so tired? It ain’t like you got a job. Don’t tell me you got a new boo?”
    “I wish.” Dylan rolled her eyes, hoping they wouldn’t realize she was lying.
    Tee-Tee didn’t mind her relationship with State. Billie, on the other hand, couldn’t stand him, and constantly questioned what Dylan even saw in him. Besides that, Dylan just didn’t feel like explaining why she decided to mess with him again. Billie would never comprehend it. And no, Billie didn’t run her life, but for now Dylan would rather keep her and State’s relationship between the two of them.
    “Remember I was going to that Rising Icons concert.”
    “That’s right.” Tee-Tee snapped his fingers. “You did say that. So, how was it? Did Wale pull his dick out?”
    “No, coon, he didn’t.”
    “Did you sleep with him at least?”
    “No.”
    “Well, what was the point of you going? Sounds to me like you had a dull night.”
    “Anyhow you’re mighty quiet over there.” Dylan quickly changed the subject. “What’s eating you,