THE HECHENGER MALL HONIES. AN EXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL The Hechenger Mall Honies 1 Kiera stood in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring her 34-24-36 figure. She wore her Diamond Cutt designer jeans that fit her curved backside perfectly. The caramel brown girl placed her hands on her hips as she poked her booty outward in a glamorous pose. She was sure to take plenty of pictures tonight, she figured. She and her girlfriends had plans to go out to the club Icon tonight to see local D.C. go-go band T.C.B.Kiera finished her modest self exploitation as timed neared for her crew, The Most Wanted Honies to come and pick her up from she and her fathers home. Kiera was a seventeen-year-old teenager enjoying the cool spring night in the nations capitol Washington D.C.Tonight was another night to blend with her crews. She gathered her Mac lip-gloss and powder kit and placed it inside her Louie purse then went downstairs to await the crew. When she reached the bottom of her steps, never did Kiera expect to see her father awaiting her patiently. His large arms folded one over the other. Tony Ham was disappointed with his only child grade in school this school year. He wanted so much for his child to succeed in life without the struggles and trials he had to endure himself. Tony was appalled that Kiera did not show more work ethic in class as she could. Big Ham, as he was known in and around D.C. was a single father raising a very stunning young woman in a fast day and age of text messages and internet exploitation. He did not want Kiera to go down the same road that he had seen all too many times in his thirty-six years of living in an unforgiving world of pressure and letdowns. Kiera huffed and puffed as he led her to their African print themed living room. He cut off the large sixty-inch plasma screen television as he sat down with his beloved daughter. Kiera could think of nothing but the end of her father’s marathon of a lecture. She thought endlessly about the party she would miss tonight. The many different guy and girl crews to the abundance of hits and covers the band would be playing flawlessly. When the horn of her friend Channel’s car sounded, Tony arose from his favorite Egyptian love seat and accompanied Kiera to the front door. He looked deeply into his child’s honey brown eyes as they opened their front door. “Are you going to tell them or do I have to?” He asked. Kiera was saddened by her father’s firmness but knew better to disobey him under such critical circumstances. When she returned to her father after informing her crew of her absence tonight, she looked towards her father with soft puppy eyes on her beautiful sharp featured face. She sat on the stoop adjacent to where he father sat as her cell phone rang suddenly. She spoke briefly out of the respect she held for her father and ended the conversation with her trademark slogan ‘Most Wanted Girl!’ Big Ham shook his head no, as he truly wanted to talk to her about life and the decisions we make. “Baby girl, what’s up with this Most Wanted thing?” he asked looking on awaiting her response. Kiera moved her long dark brown hair from her face where it covered her left eye. “That’s my crew daddy,” she said calmly. The answer sent Him back down memory lane as he rubbed his chin in remembrance. He was at a time when crews were somewhat prevalent within the D.C. community. It was a time when one crew stood out specifically. It was a time when names such as Maggie, Tiny Boo, Frizzy, Barbra, and Keisha of the world stood out front and center. It was a time in life when his D.C. meant something in the underworld of sex, drugs, and money. These were days Tony had longed been removed from; however with Kiera speaking on crews; he was compelled to tell his story of were the roots of her exploits lied. Kiera always thought that she and her Most Wanted Honies crew were the innovators of the party scene, but Big Ham knew better or for worse .He went on to tell his daughter of a crew that set the gold standard of by which all crews will be measured for ever inside D.C. He set back in that love seat and revealed to his child the amazing story of the original girl crew, the amazing, beautiful and tragic; Hechenger Mall Honies! 2 “Hey Frizzy, are you going up Triples tonight with us?” Barbra asked her good friend as they met at their hangout, the Godfathers pizza shop inside Hechenger Mall in North East D.C. She wanted Frizzy to join her and the other girls at the club in nearby Marlow Heights Maryland were the go-go band Rare Essence performed weekly. The band had the ability to bring out the who’s who of the D.C. inner city club scene. It was imperative to attend Triples if you were somebody within the streets of the city .This was were you could establish yourself or crew for a certain respect in a very disrespectable environment. Most patrons showed off the fabulous designer cloths that they promoted. Gucci, Polo, Versace, and Tom Taylor were staples of status within the D.C. streets. If you wanted to see the finest women in the area then Triples was that spot to find them in their entire splendor. What also made this club unique was that it was located in the same parking lot as the hotel by the same name. One could use his imagination as to what went on after a great night of parting at this highly convenient nightspot. With the spotlight on Frizzy as the girls awaited her answer, she placed her hands on her hip and leaned back on her bowed legs so far they looked as if they were going to break. She rocked on her heels as she told Barbra and the crew that she would accompany them if only she had something to wear. Barbra gave her friend a good look-over and quickly offered a Guess jean outfit. Frizzy was still a bit reluctant, but when Tiny Boo and Maggie further encouraged; it was then non-negotiable. Frizzy smiled her dimpled cheek smile and took a sip from her cocoa cola soft drink from its straw. The girls finished a large pepperoni and cheese pizza before walking the malls boutiques boosting outfits and accessories for tonight’s party. This was a typical day in the life of the honies. Certainly the store’s workers knew what the girls were doing; however when the mostly middle-aged men feasted their eyes on the many flavors of the girls; it became impossible to detain the stunningly beautiful women. They ignored the fact that the honies were stealing from their stores. The girls chose this lifestyle for themselves. They were all high school honor students and on course to graduate on time. It was however more pleasing to party and be seen by the in crowed as far as they were concerned. They lived fast and classy all at the same time. They were sexy with very blessed bodies of work. The honies were well ahead of their time as they proved to be valuable to the status of the city among its peers and rivals alike. They were forever immortalized. When Frizzy went home to her nearby apartment home on nearby 21st street N.E.There, she showered and prepared for the night approaching. Her smooth chocolate skin radiated in a glowing aura as she exited the steaming shower. She softly dried her skin before putting on a matching G-string and bra set from Victoria’s Secret line of seductive underwear. The acid washed Blue jean outfit Barbra supplied for her fit her covetous body perfectly. She reasoned that it was now or never for her to stamp herself as an official star on the streets of the city. She figured that Triples would be her coming out stage tonight as she admired the beautiful girl staring back at her from her bedroom mirror. She blushed herself with a little makeup to add that glare of sophistication. She relaxed and pulled her long and natural hair in a ponytail as she finally awaited the arrival of her crew. “Okay, I see you girl, parting with the stars tonight. “ Tiny Boo exclaimed as Frizzy entered Barbra’s Chevy. The night was filled with stars that seemed to show the entire zodiac. It was clear and calm. The moon shined luminously as if it were the sun itself. The honies were extremely happy to have had Frizzy onboard finally as she usually declined their invitations to party. She was a very well known figure within their school and neighborhood; however as far as the club scene, she was a relative no show. Tonight was her time to elevate her self to new heights in the city. “Dam Frizz! If you had your hair done up, you’d really be killin’em”Kiesha of the world said as she admired Frizz’s stellar look tonight. “I got a cap back there in the hatch, just throw it on, you be r’ ite”Barbra added as she drove onto the highway. “Ohh! I thought I was doing something pulling it back like this,” Frizzy said ever so modest. “Uhh Umm, I know you not going have her wear that cap” Keisha added as she referred to the white Hechenger Mall painter’s cap. The girls all laughed aloud at the revealation.Frizzy thought how chic as she opened her jean jacket to actually reveal a matching white Hechenger Mall t-shirt. The girls laughed even harder as they knew that if anyone could pull it off, that it was the clever Frizzy. At least for the night they reasoned. “Look I told yawl I didn’t have anything to wear,”frizzy said as she lined her assessories up and blended the unique outfit with the flair of a runway fashion designer. It was not something the girls would wear intentionally, but coincidently could get away with easily just as Frizzy had planned. When the girls pulled into the parking lot of the club, they saw some of D.C.’s most profitable hustlers and big ballers.They saw Rux and Hallway pull in near to them inside their twin money green 735 BMW’s.The honies were in complete awe as the two heavy hitters exited their cars solidifying the official atmosphere of Triples’ nightclub. The men donned velour flavored Black and green Gucci sweatsuits.The honies watched and salavatated at a chance to get with either of the men. “Girl! I’m tryn’ pop this pussy on one of them,umm!” Tiny Boo said as she shook her round bottom inside the car causing the tiny cay to rattle erratically. “You ain’t never lied, they looking like good dick tonight, you hear me!” Barbra added as she tilted her Channel shades to the bridge of her nose. When the girls exited the car, they wiped themselves of car seat wrinkles and accumulate dust that may have occurred during the ride. These young girls were very staque tees to say the least, to say who was the finest was to compare grapes of the same vine. Some are more preferable to others, but all of great quality in their own right, if only sour enough for a soft precious bottle of wine. The girls could hear the lead conga player for the band warm up as the instrument subconsciously gyrated the tummies of all in ear view of the club. Besides seeing Hallway and Rux, the girls saw major ballers Ratt and Brett along with Donny and Ant from the notorious H st. mafia. Not to be outdone was Tre ,Andy and Harold from the SE side of town who came alongside Lil Frankie, Champ and Chris splendidly decked out in Gucci, Prada and Louie linen and casual attire. Frizzy was amazed at the show that was going on right before her eyes. She heard stories in the streets about these men, but to see them in all their element was something to behold. Her large dark chocolate backside, grooved rhythmic to the beat of the conga as she began to hear the bass of the drum through her voluptuous body. When the women walked inside the club, there, her good friend Shelly invited them to a spot on the side of the bar to a drink. Long Island Ice Teas were the drink of the night for these young women. Barbra gathered the crowd within her soft brown eyes as it grew by the minute. The lights began to dim and she moved to the effects of the mix drink. Her perfect full lips puckered up as she dipped her petite and curvy frame onto the dance floor. Every one there lobbied for position to represent their crew and neighborhood to the utmost. Keisha followed her friends to the front of the arena, the crowed could not help but admire the light- skin slim and sexy babe as her round, and gapped ass shifted and dodged through the growing crowed ever so gracefully. The men inside were drawn to the girls like moths to a heated porch light. Like barbarians in a show of machismo, they fought for position to get behind the girls. The club’s bouncers cleared the situations quickly as if not to further interrupt the steady growing party. The band went into an electric number called “Shake it Mamma” The girls lost their mind as demonstrated by the light caramel complexion pound for pound fattest thing around Tiny Boo. She shook and dropped her priceless backside as men looked on in awe of the young girl stealing the show tonight. When the other girls began to join in on the routine, it was deemed official. They took the party to a new level as the drinks and the music blended within their bodies to enhance the rhythm that they all grooved to flawlessly. Frizzy began to feel the heat of the club as she peeled out of her jean jacket. She placed it onto the stage and revealed her Hechinger Mall Tee given to her by Barbra. She continued to dance hard and senually, when Hallway and Rux had her in-between the two, the band’s lead talker noticed her tee. In an impulsive ab lib of the show, he looked on and shouted to the pocket beat “We Got the Hechenger Mall Honies in here!” The crowed gathered in close to get a look at the girls. A circled was formed around them as they danced and seduced the cities biggest and best ballers. Rux moved his small but cut frame side to side on Frizzle’s backside while his partner Hallway manned her front. The men had her in between a pyramid as they locked their fist. The lead man shouted out the two ballers and to the Honies again as he saw that a true event was going on beneath his stage. Hallway reached for Frizzy’s Hechenger Mall cap and raises it high in the air and the legend was born. A few more shout outs by the band and the girls now had an identity amazingly thank to Frizzy’s clothing attire for the night. With the honies growing popularity, it was a matter of time before many other girls would want to be within their fold with aspirations to land a top baller in the city, just as Keisha and Tiny Boo had done as they left the club with Hallway and Rux. This was the honies time to play the game were money gave you power and pussy gave you control of the power. Barbra and Frizzy left the club that night knowing that something special was happening to them. They played the CD that go go Nate had given to them from tonight’s performance. When it came to the part were the Honies were shouted out, the beautiful girls looked at each other with matching lovely smiles upon their faces. Frizzy took off her cap from atop her damped ponytail and waived it in a circular motion. She and Barbra, as if on que softly sang out to the beat of their song “Hechenger Mall Honies” This was their time to make their mark on a city marked by politics and dreams deferred. For the honies, an entire city awaited them. Everyone wanted to know who the Hechenger Mall Honies were. The city was now theirs for the taking. With names like Peeples, Biana, Meek Meek, DD, and Wanda soon to join the crew, this only made their legend grow larger. If you claimed to be anyone in this city, you had to indulge in the awe of these young women in one way or the other. The affects these young women would have on this city is remarkable. To understand were they come from to know were they are to go is a journey inside a place of seldom return. However if you made noise in this city, you can be sure the girls heard your wail and you can count on being encountered by the Notorious Hechenger Mall Honies. EL: