B-girl

Clearing his throat, Patrolman Mancuso stood before his sergeant and said, “I got a lead on a place where they got B-girls.”

The bar was a rough, tough frontier place with B-girls drinking colored water at premium whiskey prices, bought by horny guys who thought they were going to get laid but were only going to get screwed.

What’s really sick, if you ask me, is the B-girl shit where you pay all that money for just looking and thinking about it, but not really doing it.

The younger b-boys and b-girls at Hip Opsession tend to ignore those spectators who do not seem to know or express the accepted codes and conventions of the scene.