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.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
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.
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SHANA
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.
I like to have fun and enjoy life. I’m only nineteen, and I live like a nineteen-year-old partying, meeting guys, admiring the cute ones and dissin’ the ugly ones, having sex, roaming the streets and being cool. I’ve already graduated high school, and I’m in no rush to go to college. Whatever I own or have, I get it from guys who willingly buy it for me. They offer, I accept. I’m not going to turn nothing down; everything I get goes to good use.
I live with my mother and aunt, who are just as promiscuous and conceited as me; that’s where I get it from. My mother’s only thirty-five and my aunt is only twenty- eight. They’re still young and doing their thing. We all go clubbing and hang out sometimes. Most of the men think we’re all the same age, but when I tell ‘em that one of them is my moms and the other one is my aunt, they freak out. “For real?” they always ask.
I don’t have any sisters or brothers, but I have a shitload of cousins. My grandmother gave birth to seven children. My Aunt Tina is
