Booty Call *69

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Some days I try to be strong, need to be strong when I feel the world is against me, people dead set against me—trying to fade a legend I’m soon to be, trying to become that positive brotha from Jamaica Queens. Determination I bleed, I’ll breathe my last breath to continue on with my dreams. Y’all can hate, but I’m moving on with better means, got success building in my blood stream. My anger and rage I now press down on a pen, spread my word like a trend, won’t let a negative situation eat me from within. With God on my side, I can carry twice the weight, ignore the nay say, and guarantee my fate is for better days. Look into my eyes and you know I’m serious with this, and watch me touch you wit’ the pen, have you hooked on my book like a new drug, and daze you wit’ some urban love. Keeping my head above the skies, as I hit you with my urban style—creativity burns through my skin, and to let you know, I’m sentenced to life wit’ a gift.

First, I thank God for the talents He blessed me with. It’s my gift from Him. Now, what I do with it is my gift back to Him. I’m blessed with this. With every book, I’m getting better at it.

Second, I got to give love to my daughter, my true love, heart and soul. Emari Gray, I love you, girl. You know Daddy is in this to win.

Third, I thank God for the parents He blessed me with, Alinda and Spencer Gray; they keep me standing strong with the courage to carry on. They watched me grow, and when I was about to buckle and fold, they were the ones to come along, pray for me and unfold the one they loved and watched grow.

Before I go on, Lauren Hamilton, thank you for your love and support, and coming up with the *69 input to the book. You are a beautiful and creative woman. You know I love you.

I can’t forget to show love to my sisters and brothers, Tanya, Terry, Pat and Vincent. We’ve recently lost one—rest in peace, Corey L. Gray. But as a family, we’re still strong, and our younger brother still lives on through us, as we continue to carry on the family name.

Also, I thank Mark Anthony and all he’s done for me and the Q-Boro family. You’re blessed with Q-Boro, a company meant for such great things. You inspire me and others to keep reaching for their dreams.

Next, I gotta show much love to Augustus Publishing, Anthony Whyte and Jay, my brothers from another mother. Y’all are blessed with business and creative genes. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to get another book out. I see great things in our future; you know we make a mean team.

Linda Williams, you know I have to thank you, too. You’re a wonderful
woman, always caring, and thank you for always being there to listen. I appreciate and love everything you do for me.

Nakea, my homegirl from Philly—city of brotherly love, thanks for being a friend, a listener, and a great publicist to us all. You, Mark, and the rest all make up an excellent team.

Thanks, Tasha Herman, who also reps South Jamaica, Queens. Thanks for reading my stories beforehand, and showing me support with your input and opinion.

Gale, Ebony, Irvin and family, I miss y’all next door, but I know that God has better things in store for the family. Y’all keep being positive and strong.

My peoples who I’ve known forever, David Beaumont, K.T, Ryan, Sean, Hasheem, Jamel Rice, my cousin,

Jamel Johnson, Lovey, Michael Thompson, Jerry A.K.A Law, James, Bryant, Lanise and Tania, thanks for holding it down. Gregory G. Goff, rest in peace, and thank you, too.

Shenetta, thanks for gracing your beauty on my new Ghetto Heaven cover. You’re a beautiful girl, inside and out. I know you’re about to blow up soon, and I felt privileged working next to you for my book cover. Peace, beautiful.

Shavett, you know I had to shout you out in this book, too. You are so cool and down to earth. Keep being you, and keep doing your thang. Never change for anyone.

Okay, this next statement is going to take a minute, so bear with me as I shout out K’wan, Brandon McCalla, Tracy Brown, Ebony Stroman, Denise Campbell, T.N Baker, Kashamba Williams, Ed Mcnair, Hickson, Asante, Thomas Long, Mo Shines, Dejon, Kiniesha Gayle, K. Elliott, Anna J., Joe-Joe, Al-Saadiq Banks, Crystal Lacey, Jihad, Treasure E. Blue, Vonetta Pierce, Danielle Santiago, C. Rene West, Azarel, Shannon Holmes, Ike Capone, Carl Weber, TL Gardner, Gerald K. Malcom, Gayle Jackson Sloan, Dynah Zale, Tu-Shonda Whitaker, Zane, Brenda L Thomas, S.A. Sabuur, Deborah and many more in this game. Let us continue to blow up this genre. If I missed you, I did-n’t forget about you.

I got to thank Coast 2 Coast and the ARC book club for them online chats. Y’all know I’m always looking forward to them. Thank you for helping to put us authors out there in the market and keeping us on the map.

And last of all, I’m shouting out myself for getting things done. I’m thankful for everything, even for my downs, because it’s made me a stronger and better person today. And I thank my fans and readers for showing me that love and support. Thank you.

To my Readers and Fans, I appreciate the love and support y’all have shown me over the years, and believe me when I say that I came correct for y’all with Booty Call *69. But before I go on any further, Booty Call *69 is not a sequel. It’s a revised, or as I like to say, a Remix edition of the first book. But it’s better and tells more of a story about love, and young adults.

For those who have read the first Booty Call edition, and are familiar with the story, take note that Spanky was taken out and replaced with Jakim. And with Jakim, the drama gets a whole lot real, and the sex is even crazier. Now Shana’s story is the same somewhat, but with a few bonus scenes that will have you like Whoa!

But it’s a great story still, like the first one, but I spiced it up even more, because I believe in perfection, and I give my readers and fans nothing less.

And guess what, for those who remember the first edition. In this new edition I actually tell who’s the father of Shana’s baby is, and there’s also a new shocking ending to this book.

So please read and enjoy, and to note…if you love this book, look out for Nasty Girls coming soon in the spring, because in that book I continue on with Shana’s cousin Jade, and even Shana herself. Thanks.

Damn, I wish he would hurry up and be done wit’ it down there already. I should’ve never agreed to let this niggah eat my pussy. He’s wack! Done talked all that shit in the club last night. He got this, he got that, he can do this. I was feeling him for a minute, but now I’m at the point where I need to get the fuck outta here and go home. There ain’t nothin’ worse than a niggah that lies on himself, especially when it comes to his dick game. And if he got a small dick, he better know how to eat some pussy.

His first fuck-up was lying about his talents in the bedroom. He doesn’t have any, and probably never will. His second fuck-up was lying about his penis size. His dick is small and all shriveled up. He’s hung like a light switch—three fuckin’ inches, I swear. On top of that, he’s weak. He couldn’t keep his game strong for twenty-four hours. He ain’t no real playa; even his boys be dissin’ him. Now I’m starting to wonder if he really works for Def Jam; he couldn’t even afford to fill his tank up at the gas station. He put in ten dollars worth of gas for an SUV—and a Lincoln Navigator at that. It probably ain’t even his. His wack ass probably rented or borrowed it from
one of his friends.

I should smack myself for falling for this stupid muthafucka last night. And right now I’m doing him a favor, being that he couldn’t even afford a hotel. Shit, he got me downstairs in his man’s basement apartment—talkin’ ‘bout he don’t like hotels; they ain’t his thing. If the niggah was really a baller and wanted some pussy, then he would’ve put money up for a hotel and not have me chilling in his man’s basement. When I asked to go back to his crib, he denied. He said it’s under renovation. He probably still lives at home with his mama.

I wonder why he keeps stopping and looking up at me?
Now I’m starting to think he’s scared of the pussy, with his goofy fuckin’ smile. He is one huge fuckin’ turn-off.

I lay my head back down on the bed and decide to give him a few more minutes. After that I’m leaving. I know he’s gonna want to fuck, but it ain’t happening—not tonight and definitely not with him. I must have been tipsy to leave the club wit’ this niggah.

He’s finally stopped. I rest myself on my elbows and look down at him. This clown-ass niggah already has his jeans off and a condom in his hand. I quickly get up and pull my dress down. He looks baffled when he sees me reaching for my stuff.

“What…we’re not gonna do this?” he asks.

“No, we’re not gonna do this,” I sarcastically reply.

“I’m sayin’…I done went down on you and shit....”

“And…what? You were expecting some pussy just because you put your tongue between my legs?”

“Yeah, I mean, you got yours; can a brotha get his? I thought you were feeling me?”

“Please, niggah, I didn’t get mine; you’re wack! You can’t even eat my pussy right, so what makes you think you can fuck me right?”

Now he looks really hostile. The condom is crushed between his fist and he’s staring hard at me. But I wish he would try to come over here and assault me; my older cousins taught me how to box and handle anybody who might try to force himself on me. I’ll fuck this fool up, like I’m Ike and he’s Tina. But he does nothing but cuss.

“That’s fucked up. Then leave, you stupid bitch. Your pussy was stink anyway!”

“Yeah, well, you must’ve liked it, because it’s all over your fuckin’ face...and you were enjoying this stink pussy for a few minutes there, right?” I say with a smirk. “Don’t hate on my shit just ‘cause you ain’t stickin’ it. And many niggahs done already appreciated it.”

I collect my things and leave. I’ll take a cab back home; this trip wasn’t worth my time.

My name is Shana, and I’m tired of brothas who claim to be all that but turn out to be totally wack. People say I’m too promiscuous, conceited and sometimes too rude. But I keep it real and like to be straight up with brothas and sistas. If I think you’re ugly, then I’m gonna tell you to your face—not behind your back. And if you’re cute, that’s what’s up; I’m definitely gonna let you know. I don’t keep secrets, and I’m honest with myself and others. I know what I want, and that’s a sexy, wealthy, well endowed, successful black man. Sometimes I slip into other races, but it’s all good.