WHAT WOMEN WANT - LADYBOT STYLE

Joniesha leaned against the wall, as music blasted through the speakers. Colorful lights flashed around the room. She was at "Sapphire" one of the hottest clubs in New York. Men glanced at her as they passed, but she paid them no mind. She knew it was just the dress anyways. She damn near had her breast on the damn platter. She wore:

Red Goddess by ℓ-ℓ-ℓσνєღ on Polyvore.com

As another man passed, and ran into a woman trying to get a better glance at her breast, she started to move. She made her way across the room, like a cat on the prowl. Her walk was confident, as her hips moved seductively. Her victim glanced up, as she approached. He smiled his 100 watt smile at her. Joniesha raised an eyebrow, and held out her hand. He glanced at her hand, as his henchmen around him watched. His eyes moved to her breasts, as he stood up. He grabbed hold of her hand, as she made her way to the dance floor. As "Lick" by Joi began to play, Joniesha took charge,and started to grind the hell out of Micheal Ealy. That was his name. Gorgeous eyes that changed colors depending on his mood. They were hazel green at the moment. He was known for his charming ways, huge personality, and a even bigger dick. He used these traits to woo girls between the age 16-25 to work for his strip club, and to fuck his buddies. Joniesha had been one of his victims before, when she was forced into his world. But we will get to that story later. Joniesha felt Micheal's hands clasp onto her hips, in which caused her hips to stop moving.

Joniesha glanced over her shoulder at him. His eyes have grew an even deeper green, like a murky swamp.

"Maybe we should go somewhere." Micheal's voice came out thick, it was heavy with lust.

Joniesha straightened up, and grabbed his hand. She didn't turn around as she made her way to the club bathroom. She pushed the ladies room door open, and let go of Micheal's hand. She shoved on each door to make sure they were alone, then walked over to the door to lock it.

"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Joniesha let a smile creep over her lips, as she planted her hands on Micheal's chest and gave him a shove. He flew back a couple feet, banging against the counter.

"I see you like it rough,baby, rough is my middle name."

Joniesha slid her body against his, and leaned into him. Micheal groaned.

"Yea, I know you like it rough, your specialty is teenage girls. You love roughing them up. Don't you, Ealy?"

Micheal went still, and stared down into Joniesha's hazel eyes. His eyes widened,as recognition exploded from his eyes.

"Joniesha?"

Joniesha smiled, as she slid her knife from her panties. "Ding..ding..ding...why ladies and gentlemen i think he has it." And quicker than lightening she sliced Micheal from the top of his dick to the top of his head. She watched as he split in half, and slid to the ground. She jumped back before he could hit her shoes, she grunted in disgust as a speck of blood landed on her shoe anyway. She made her way over to the paper towel dispenser, and yanked two pieces out. She scrubbed at her shoe. When the blood was gone, she swiped the paper towels once over her knife. She then tossed them on the remaining parts of Micheal. She then took out her own personal finger duster,from her right breast, and dusted away anywhere she had touched. When she was done, she slid it back in place, and unlocked the bathroom door. She walked out whistling without a backwards glance.

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Detective Maurice Brown stared at the sliced body on the ladies room floor. He sighed, and glanced over at his partner, Detective Justin Timberlake.

"This is the third body this month, and we still have no leads." Detective Brown said, as police men moved around him taking pictures.

"It seems he's going after drug dealers. They all have other businesses on the sides, but they are drug dealers all the same." Detective Timberlake said.

"We got to find this killer soon, the boss isn't liking this."

Timberlake nodded, as Brown sighed, and walked out of the room.

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"Your bitch ass found another one didn't you?!" Natasha yelled.

"Sssssh, keep your voice down!" Tiffany said.

Joniesha just smiled.

"See! She thinks this shit is funny! I can't belive she killed another without bringing us!"

Tiffany growled. "Heffa! You are at my job!"

Natasha glanced around, a few people were staring at her through Tiffany's open office door. She jumped at them, and they ran away.

Tiffany shook her head. "See..this is how you are gonna get me fired."

Tiffany, Natasha, and Joniesha had been best friends for the last 5 years. They meet at New York University, they had been roommates up until the time they graduated. Tiffany was a psychologist, anyone who had issues in New York came to her. She was the most well known psychologist in the area.

Tiffany stood up, and walked over to close, and lock her door. "Joniesha, you could get caught doing this shit."

Joniesha shook her head. "Bitch, I'm the best there is. I can't get caught. Besides the niggas I'm killing are the ones who ruined my childhood. I don't have to go into details on what I went through from the age of five all the way to eighteen..when I escaped, and went to college."

"I know, but you're still messing with dangerous men!"

"I can take them. I just wanted to keep you updated. I told Sabrina, and she asked if I fried his ass."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "This girl writes for a living, owns the biggest magazine company in the world, and she consistently thinks about burning shit down. Bitch is mental."

Joniesha smiled. "I'll have to bring her along one of these days."

"No!" Tiffany yelled. "You can't!"

Joniesha narrowed her eyes. "Why not."

"Sabrina is a successful, young woman. She has a clean record, you can't fuck that up for her."

Joniesha stood up. "So now I fuck up people's lives?"

Tiffany stood up as well. "I didn't say that!"

Before Joniesha could open her mouth, a knock came to Tiffany's door. Tiffany yelled. "Yes!"

Ariel peeked her head in. "Your next client is here."

Ariel was Tiffany's partner, she took care of all the setting appointments, and paperwork. Tiffany sighed. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

Ariel glanced at Natasha and Joniesha, and frowned.

"What the fuck you looking at?!" Natasha yelled. Ariel flipped Natasha off, then closed the door.

"Oh fuck naw! That bitch got me twisted!" Natasha said, heading for the door.

Joniesha slid in front of the door. "She's not even worth it. Calm down."

Natasha rolled her eyes, and said, "You're right. Well..we about to head out. Tell Keon we said hi."

Tiffany nodded, as she gathered paperwork together. As Joniesha and Natasha exited the building.

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Chicki handed lil Jerome a cherry lollipop. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jerome shook his head no, as Chicki turned to Jerome's mother. "Bring him back in a month, he'll need his second you-know-what then."

Jerome's mother nodded, and grabbed her son's hand. "Thanks Dr. Ugbaja"

"You are very welcome." As her last patients for the day left the room, Brittany a.k.a Britbrat entered the room.

"Chicki! What do you think of this outfit?!"

Brittbrat wore:

Glamourous by Arnetta ( New Contest) on Polyvore.com

"It's amazing!"

"I know! I just got done posing in this. They gonna have me on the front of Maxim for the July Issue!"

Chicki smiled. "We knew they would ask you. You are the hottest model in the game."

"Girl, they better know it! So what's up?! We hanging out tonight?"

Chicki laughed. "Uh Oh, Trey must have left town."

Brittbrat sighed, and sat down on the tissue paper covered table. "Yes, he's going on tour with Jay-Z."

"Whoa! That's big!"

"I know...but you know how I get when he leaves me!"

Chicki walked out the room, with Brittbrat on her heels. "I know, but you are extremely busy as well right now..so you'll barely miss him."

"Yea, until I get home, and want some good lovin..then what?"

"Get a vibrator."

"Chicki!" Brittbrat yelled, laughing in surprise.

"What? I'm just saying." Chicki grabbed her purse, and waved to the few employees still running around the building. As they walked outside, the moon greeted them as they made their way across the parking lot.

"So...was that a no? You don't want to hang out?" Brittbrat said, with a pout forming on her face, she was always use to getting her way. Chicki sighed.

"Fine."

"Yes! Let me call Krys. She just finished up a song for Usher. She should be free tonight. Oh! and you heard about Joniesha right?"

Chicki stuck her key into her car keyhole. "What?"

"She found another."

Chicki sighed. "I don't know how she does it."

"She's skilled..that's why."

"No..I don't get how she can just....kill people."

"They're evil men anyways so who cares."

"It's still a sin. She's going to Hell for this."

"Alright, Virgin Mary."

Chicki shook her head, with a small smile. "I'll follow you. Lead the way."

Brittbrat had parked right next to Chicki, she hopped into her car. When she started her car, "Say Ahh" bumped through her speakers. She sung along, as Chicki smiled, and trailed her.

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"You got me another artist set up already?! Who?" Krys paced the room, with her cell phone in between her ear and her neck. "Alicia Keys! I've always wanted to write for her, when did you set up the meeting?"

Krys glanced up, as she heard a knock at her door. She rushed over to the door, and opened it. She put a finger to her lips as Brittbrat and Chicki walked into her apartment.

"So I got two days to relax then? Okay! Tell her I'll be ready!" Krys hung up, and let out a scream. Chicki jumped, and Brittbrat stared at Krys like she was crazy.

"I get to write for Alicia Keys!"

Chicki smiled, and gave Krys a hug.

"Oh, I meet her at Diddy's party, she's a sweetheart." Brittbrat said.

Krys rolled her eyes. "Celebration is defintely in order! Let's hit up Club New York. I wonder if Brittbee is free."

Krys dials Brittbee's number, just as a knock came to her door. Chicki walked over to open it, and Brittbee stood there.

"You calling me, Krys?"

Krys laughed, and hung up her cell. "Heffa! Guess what?! I get to write for Alicia Keys!"

Brittbee smiled. "Wonderful..so we going out or what. I need a drink."

"Hard day?" Chicki asked.

"Being on S.W.A.T. Team is not always just excitment. The guy we tried to stop from blowing himself up today...well...succeeded."

"Damn." Brittbrat said.

"Yea. So I need lots and lots of liquor..that's some disturbing shit to see."

"Imma call Joniesha, Tiffany, and Natasha." Brittbrat said.

Brittbee narrowed her eyes. "Speaking of Joniesha, she's staying out of trouble, right?"

Brittbrat and Chicki exchanged glances.

"Ugh..don't tell me." Brittbee said. "It's hard enough working for the law already, now I got a bestie breaking the law every week. Imma get fired I know it."

"No one's gonna find out, and plus you're not apart of her activities..so don't worry about it." Brittbrat said.

Brittbee shot Britbrat the sideeye, then made her way for the front door. "I bet Natasha is gonna jump into this shit with her any second, she's always up for action. I just hope they don't get caught by the police.....or much worst."

Everyone made eye contact, and shivered. They weren't even gonna go there.