Taking out the trash
Author: Mr. Cage
Shelley started to turn into the 7-11. Her rough idling sedan coughed and wheezed and then cut-off. Cursing up a storm she turned the engine over. The car behind her blew its horn. Shelley waved it around. The horn blew again. Shelly waved again. This time the horn blew on. Shelly looked into her mirror right into the face of a smart-assed black bitch who was busy calling her a few choice names. Shelley didn’t play that shit. She was a big woman and a full scale white trash bar bitch. She did what came natural. She stuck her hand out the window, shot the bird and yelled a fuck you.
Della was already late to work. She gunned her engine, backed up and pulled around the white bitch’s car. She screeched to a halt opposite the right window and shouted, “Get that wreck off the street you fucking white bitch.” Then she roared around and cut a sharp left into the 7-11 to fill up her tank.
Shelley was none too happy with that. She got her car started and pulled into the 7-11 and cut in front of the black bitch’s car. She was out in a second, dressed in her dirty light blue slacks and yellow t-shirt. Her dirty eight and a half size feet wore flip-flops. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair was kind of stringy and ready for a wash. Shelley was a hard 28 years old, stood 5’9’’ and weighed 170 pounds.
Della looked at the big white bitch and groaned silently that she didn’t have time for this shit. She was twenty minutes late for a meeting at the strip bar and her job was not that secure. She stood 5’10’’ and weighed 160 pounds a lot of it in the one thing that got her the job in the first place, her boobs. Her nappy black hair was partially straightened and hung over her shoulders in thick lose braids. She wore a too tight skirt and a t-shirt with flats. Her work clothes were in a bag in the back of her car.
Della snarled, “Back in your car, bitch. I don’t have time to fuck around.”
Shelley kicked off her flip flops and stepped forward with her fists doubled up. Della left the gas running in her car and stepped forward, shutting her door and motioning with her hands for Shelley to do something.
“Yeah, you fucking white trash ho, what are you going to do about it?
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