What Ya Girl Won't Do

Brandi Johnson

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In Memory of my Daddy

 

Charles Woodruff

 

Gone but NEVER FORGOTTEN
07/07/1941–04/12/2013

As always I want to thank God for allowing me to press forward and finish this book during some trying times in my life. I didn't think I could do it, but He showed up in the midst of my storm, wrapped His arms around me and said YES YOU CAN . . . Thank You God for not allowing me to give up!

I have to give a shout out to my three heartbeats.... Montias, Brei'yonte and Amir'aki . . . you guys always seem to put a smile on mommy's face no matter what . . . God knew what He was doing when He blessed me with you three . . . You guys are my EVERYTHING.... I love y'all . . .

To my mommy . . . the only words that come to mind right now are Thank you and I love you for allowing me to be me. . . .

To my sister from another mother A.K.A. my “hip bone”, you are the voice behind my fingers . . . Thank you for putting it down for me for the 5th time . . . Words can't explain how grateful I am to have you as my friend . . . You already know I value and appreciate all that you do for me . . .

Joylynn Jossel-Ross, I have to say you have gone above and beyond being my agent. Thank you for giving me that extra push when I tried to throw the towel in. Thank you for making me realize that I can rumble wit' some of the best authors in the literary game, thank you for believing in....

Hugs and Kisses to all my brothers and sisters . . . No matter how much we fuss and fight please know and remember I love y'all with all my heart and it feels good knowing my big brothers and sisters will always believe in me.

Big ups to my newfound brothers . . . Shawn “Rude Boy” Ramsey, Darnell “Mike Jones” Jones, Julio “Ju” Taylor and last but not least, Joel “Scrumptious” Jackson . . . thank you guys for always having my back and being here for me especially when I needed a good laugh. Stay focused and always remember 414 The Po' 14 Life. . . .

To my niece Jaz'Mire Jackson I really need you to know that all the hard work you put in for me is not done in vain. And always remember that I love you and will drown a fish over you. . . .

To my god daughter Jamila Cobb keep ya' head up and don't let nobody steal ya' shine!!! Keep smilin' cuz' God has something good in store for you…

To my girl Tysha Hill . . . thanks for all the advice . . . You and I have been doing this a long time . . . It's our turn to show up and show out!!!!

I have to give a big shout out to my “Sleepover Crew” . . . You ladies put a smile on my face at times when I thought it was impossible to do with the battle rapping (which I am the Queen at) the Karaoke (sorry for always hogging the mic) and the “One Mo” shot (which I'm always game to take) Thanks for making the sleepovers fun!!!!

To Tammy Macklin and Patty (Peggy) Brooks I want to thank you ladies for having my back as well . . . You two are my biggest supporters and I love y'all for that . . .

R.I.P Al-Rahman A. Allah . . . A.K.A . . . Joe Louis . . . I love you!!!!!

They say you supposed to always save the best for last.... So I want to give a special shout out to all my readers . . . It's because of YOU I continue on my literary journey . . . thanks for your support . . . much love!!!!

Kylee lay alongside the pool of a million-dollar home of one of her many male friends, looking like one of America's Next Top Models while soaking up the hot sun. She smiled as she watched Tony jump off the diving board, making a huge splash.

“Bravo,” she cheered loudly when he came up for air.

“You liked that?” Tony asked, smiling as he struggled to climb out of the pool.

“Yes, that was nice,” Kylee answered with an exaggerated smile as Tony made his way over to her. The sight of him with his shirt off had her feeling a little disgusted. His greasy hair, big round, hairy belly, and jacked-up teeth were not an appealing sight.

“I see it don't take much to impress you,” he joked, leaning down to give her a kiss.

“Hold on,” Kylee said, throwing her hands up to stop Tony.

“What's the matter?” he asked, puzzled.

“You drippin' water all over my lace-front. And this here,” she said, pointing to her hair, “was not cheap!”

“I'm sure I'm the one who paid for it, like I pay for everything else, so I'm allowed to get it wet.” Tony closed his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a hearty laugh.

Kylee grimaced as she watched Tony's big, round belly jiggling in front of her face.
You wish you were the only one payin' for everything,
she thought as Tony bent down to kiss her.

“Excuse me, sir,” Marta, the maid, interrupted right before Tony's lips met with Kylee's.

Tony stood upright and shot Marta a “this better be important” look. “Yes, Marta?” he answered with an attitude.

By the look on her boss's face, Marta didn't know if she should continue.

Kylee was relieved that Marta had interrupted them. The last thing she wanted to do was lock lips with this fat, greasy-head mob boss whose breath always reeked of fresh ass: hers, his wife's, and she was quite sure several others for free.

Marta looked at Kylee for a brief second before turning her attention back to Tony. “Mrs. Sparacio is due home in less than an hour, sir,” she spoke in a heavy Spanish accent.

Tony looked at his watch. “Oh wow, how time flies when you're having fun. It's been two weeks already?” he said aloud.

“Yes, sir,” Marta answered with a nod.

Hearing that, Kylee had no time to play. She needed to act quickly, especially if her plan for extra funds was going to work. “What if I told you I'm not ready to leave?” she looked up at Tony and asked, as she lifted her white Alexander Wang cat-eye sunglasses from her face.

“Awww, darlin', I know you don't wanna leave ol' Tony, but the missus is on her way home from Italy.”

“I thought we was goin' out of town today to do some shoppin',” Kylee pouted as she stood up from the lounging chair.

The look on Kylee's face tore Tony up. He hated disappointing his black nigger bitch with the bangin' body and great head game, as he referred to her to some of his colleagues. He grabbed Kylee by the waist and pulled her close to him. She quickly held her breath before he started talking, not wanting to be exposed to the foul smell. “We were, but that was before my wife was due back. Marta, go get my wallet,” he demanded, knowing money always put a smile on all his women's faces, especially the black ones.

“Yes, sir,” Marta said with a nod, before turning to walk away.

“So how much do I get?” Kylee inquired before holding her breath again before Tony had time to answer.

“How much do you want?”

Kylee thought of all the extra work she had put in this weekend sexually—being in a sixty-nine position sucking on Tony's small penis while he rammed blunt objects up in her va-jay-jay, on top of having to stick her finger inside his butthole in order for him to cum—and quickly came up with a number that she thought was feasible. “Well, I would like my monthly allowance doubled,” she responded coyly, hoping he'd agree to it.

“If that's what it's gon' take to cheer my li'l chocolate drop up, then that's what it'll be,” he said, lifting her chin with his finger.

“Thanks, big daddy.” Kylee smiled widely as she waited impatiently for Marta to get back with Tony's wallet so she could get out of there.

“I like it when you call me daddy.” Tony winked with a smile.

“Does it turn you on?” Kylee asked seductively.

“Here you go, sir,” Marta said, handing Tony his wallet, interrupting him again before he had time to answer Kylee's question.

Kylee eyed the overly stuffed wallet. She could barely contain herself as she watched Tony count out twenty crisp one-hundred dollar bills. “Here you go, my chocolate pudding cup.” He smiled, handing her the money.

“Thank you.” Kylee snatched the money from Tony's hand, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and grabbed her purse off the patio table before turning to walk away.

“Heyyy, I just gave you two thousand dollars and all I get is a measly peck on the cheek?” Tony questioned, feeling slightly disrespected.

“Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that your wife is on her way so I was just tryin'a get outta here before she gets home,” Kylee lied, placing her money inside her purse before throwing the strap over her shoulder. She didn't have the courage to hurt the man's feelings that helped contribute to her lavish lifestyle. She couldn't let him know she couldn't stand kissing and having sex with him. She really couldn't let him know if it weren't for the $1,000-a-month allowance she got paid for doing that, she wouldn't think twice about him.

“Oh, okay. I thought you were tryin'a play ol' Tony for a fool or something,” he said.

“Now, why would I do that, big daddy? You're way too good to me,” Kylee said, rubbing his hairy chest, hoping to smooth things over.

Tony smiled. “Well give big daddy a kiss before you go then,” he said, closing his eyes and puckering his lips.

As much as she wanted to say hell no, she'd been tortured enough to last her a lifetime, she knew to keep getting paid she had to suck it up and do what he asked. Kylee closed her eyes as well and leaned in. She was okay with the kiss at first until Tony's tongue and foul breath entered her mouth. She instantly got grossed out, but stuck it out. Kylee figured for $2,000, she'd kiss a wild dog.

“Okay, big daddy, I gotta go,” Kylee said, quickly ending the kiss.

“Okay, I'll see you in a couple weeks, right?”

You think I would pass up a thousand dollars for fuckin' yo' fat ass?
“Mos def,” Kylee responded with a smile.

“Marta, show our guest out,” Tony said before picking up a Cuban cigar and a lighter from the patio table.

“I'm fine, Marta. I know my way,” Kylee said, grabbing her keys out of her purse and quickly making her way through the big mansion and out to one of her many graduation presents her daddy had gotten her.

Kylee opened the door to her brand-new Acura ZDX and hopped in all while trying to rub the skin off her lips. She leaned over, grabbed her cell phone out of the glove compartment, and began dialing. She buckled up her seat belt and peeled out of the horseshoe driveway like Speed Racer. She weaved in and out of traffic, trying her best to get to the mall, but not before stopping to scoop up her best friend, Ja'Nay.