Piggy owes Shannon Monet

Jody got into her dress. I had to give it to her. She was outta sight. In fact I thought she cleaned up real nicely. I pulled her hair up into a elegant messy ponytail. Made her eyes smokey. She had some thick pretty lips that I applied Plum lipstick to. She was bad. Jody was obviously ______'s type. Caramel skin, pretty hair and thick. We got back in the Camaro. I jumped on 610 and headed downtown to Shannon's Plate. The finest fusion food restaurant this side of Slow loud and banging. This was the only place I knew where you could order some ox tails and a Kobe steak. You could order mustard greens and asparagus spears. You could have some meatloaf and veal. Sweet potatoes and parsnips. You could have a hamburger and then homemade pralines. Funny thing is this was a five star restaurant and people dressed formal to get some of Shannon's Forty Weight gravy on an Armani silk dress. When we arrived two handsome gentlemen no doubt goons of Monet's from Quail Run escorted us to a private section. There she was. Shannon Monet was dressed in a silk kimono dress that hugged her immaculate curves. Her hair was styled in a bun and she had Chinese bangs. On her feet? Red Manolo Blahniks. She welcomed me and Jody with open arms. You see Shannon and I were similar. We were both red or yella as some put it. She was ambitious and had become successful in almost everything that she set out to do. And for the most part I had too. But what many people may not have noticed was that Monet and I had the same eyes. Oh yeah Monet was beautiful to look at but she had the eyes of a stone cold killer. That's why we had a quiet mutual understanding of things. Monet sat down. "How are you pretty girl. I am Shannon Monet." Jody looked starstruck. "Miss Monet, it is a honor-". Shannon cut her off. "None of that baby girl. I put my Blahniks on- shoes baby one foot at a time." Servers then approached the table. Monet's eyes lit up. Her southern charm was turned on then. "Well I hope y'all hungry. I went on ahead and ordered for y'all. My Slow Loud and Banging pork ribs some dirty third rice, we have some Mo City mustard greens and some Patrick Manly potato salad. We gone change the name to PAT POT salad." She grinned. The food looked delicious. I noticed Jody had an undesirable look on her face. "Miss Monet, the food here looks and smells wonderful. However I don't eat pork. Do you-" I grabbed Jody by the arm and stood up. "Monet the child hasnt been feeling well. Let me get her to her medicine. We'll be right back." Monet eyes had turned steel gray. Everybody and I mean everybody knows that you do not refuse Shannon Monet's pork ribs. Why? Because she had Nebraska corn raised hogs that she meticoulously cut her ribs off. Monet was a beautiful psychopath that you didn't eff with. I gave Jody the game real quick and she sat her ass back down and devoured those ribs. I thought to myself, all that ass of Jody didn't come from just fish and turkey. "I'm assuming this young lady is cool, Piggy." "Monet you know she cool. Let's get down to business. I got a squad. It's four of us. We need artillery." I watched her pick up a rib with those manicured hands. "I got it. You don't worry about that. We need to discuss my fee." I sighed. Here we go....