What Ya Girl Won't Do

by Brandi Johnson

Genres: African American Urban; African American Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Kylee Hampton is no poor little rich girl. She's living the life—nicely furnished condo, decent ride, designer clothes, and a purse and shoe game to kill for—and she knows it. Mommy and Daddy foot the bills for their only child. In their eyes, she deserves it. Kylee's never given them problems. She graduated high school and is ready to start her freshman year of college. If her parents took time to look into her closet, they'd do the math and realize that not even the allowance they provide Kylee could afford her all the luxuries she has. Of course, Kylee would never allow them in her closet because she knows that beneath the red bottom shoes and Louis Vuitton bags, skeletons would be discovered. Kylee's secrets are safe with her girl Ja'Nay, a loyal friend who has tried to be the voice of reason when it comes to Kylee's lifestyle. Ja'Nay hasn't been able to get Kylee to see the ugliness of her ways, but she still prays that her friend will come to her senses. The last thing Ja'Nay wants is for Kylee to reap what she sows.

Release date: August 1, 2013

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 336

Sample

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.

“Why do you continue to sleep wit’ Tony if he grosses you out so much?” Ja’Nay asked as they pulled into the mall parking lot.

“Because he help keep a sista fly and pays my bills so I don’t have to go out and work like my parents want me to, that’s why,” Kylee answered as she put the car in park. “What other reason could it be?”

“And so does Anthony, Ricco, Joshua, Cedric, Vaughn, Antoine, and Mario. Am I missin’ anybody?” Ja’Nay asked sarcastically.

“Nope, I think you got ’em all,” Kylee said, pulling down the visor to check her makeup before looking over at her friend. “You ready?”

“I’reon would be devasted if she found out you were sleepin’ wit’ her dad,” Ja’Nay said.

“That’s why I’reon doesn’t know and betta not find out,” Kylee warned.

“I guess,” Ja’Nay said, opening the car door and getting out.

“I need a new purse, some shoes, and some more perfume,” Kylee rambled as they walked into the mall.

“Aren’t you afraid of these guys finding out that all you really care about is their money?” Ja’Nay questioned.

Here we go again, Kylee thought while rolling her eyes. “We still talkin’ about me and the men who help take care of me? I thought we finished that conversation in the car,” Kylee said before walking into the Vanity clothing store. “How many times are you gon’ bring this up? These men should already know, and if they don’t, shame on them.”

“It’s just that I be so worried about you sometimes,” Ja’Nay replied sincerely.

“Worried about what?” Kylee asked before picking up a shirt from the rack and laying it up against Ja’Nay’s chest to see how it would look on her.

“Worried about one of them niggas flippin’ out on you one day,” Ja’Nay answered.

“Girl, please.” Kylee laughed. “I told you them niggas ain’t gon’ do shit to me but keep a sista laced.” Kylee shook her head no before placing the shirt back on the rack.

“I mean take Tony for instance. He’s a mob boss. A fuckin’ mob boss,” Ja’Nay repeated as if Kylee didn’t hear her the first time. “Don’t you think if he found out you pretendin’ to like him that one day he’ll do somethin’ to you or have somethin’ done to you?”

Kylee knew her best friend was always worrying about something and had been that way since they were little girls. They had been thick as thieves since third grade when they’d both decided to put glue on the chair of the classroom tattletale. They’d bonded during their week of after school detention. They’d had each other’s back since and shared everything except men. Over the years, Ja’Nay’s home life had become a mess due to her parents’ constant arguing and fighting. Ja’Nay would stay at Kylee’s house for days at a time and her parents were so caught up in hating each other, they’d never even noticed she was gone. Ja’Nay loved being around Kylee’s parents and watching how much in love they appeared to be. Even more so, Ja’Nay loved pretending this was her family, which was easy to do because Kylee’s parents never treated her any differently. By the girls’ freshman year of high school, Ja’Nay’s parents had divorced. Ja’Nay and her mother kept the house and her father moved out, never looking back. While Ja’Nay’s mom tried to make ends meet by working double shifts, Ja’Nay was either stuck at home alone or at Kylee’s, which was fine with her.

“Worst-case scenario, you guys might find me swimmin’ wit’ the fishes,” Kylee said jokingly.

“Kylee!” Ja’Nay squealed. “That shit ain’t funny. I’m serious.”

“Calm down, Nay-Nay.” Kylee laughed as she continued searching for a shirt for her best friend. “And, besides, Tony is my dad’s business partner and one of his best friends. And do you think he would actually hurt his goddaughter?”

Ja’Nay shrugged her shoulders. “I hope not.”

“Girl, stop worryin’. I got this, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Ja’Nay replied, knowing it would be hard to do so.

“Now, can we finish shoppin’ without you bringin’ up my boy toys?” Kylee asked before continuing her search for more shirts.

“You know it’s a shame that every man you mess with either has a wife or a girlfriend,” Ja’Nay said abruptly, ignoring Kylee’s request.

“And? I wouldn’t have it any other way. You know I don’t like messing with single men; they expect too much from you!”

“Like what?” Ja’Nay inquired.

“I wanna man who has to go home to his chick at night. I don’t have time for no nigga tryin’a be up under me all night. A lot of single men be thinkin’ it’s more to y’all’s relationship than what it really is,” Kylee said before picking up two shirts for herself that she’d fallen in love with.

“I guess,” Ja’Nay halfheartedly agreed.

“And they be tryin’a control you and shit,” Kylee continued with a frown. “Tryin’a tell you what you can and can’t do. Or where you can and can’t go or, better yet, who you can and can’t do!”

“You silly.” Ja’Nay laughed.

“No, I’m serious. That’s why from the gate I let a nigga know, all we doin’ is fuckin’, you gon’ pay or buy me stuff with no strings attached and that’s that! And they all agree so I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Yeah, but what about their wives and girlfriends?”

“What about ’em?” Kylee asked with an uncaring attitude. “If they wanna help take care of me, then they can. If not, they need to stay the fuck out my lane and let me do me!”

“I just hate niggas who cheat, that’s all,” Ja’Nay said, shaking her head in disgust.

“I do too, but only the ones who cheat on me. I don’t give a damn what they do to anybody else and I don’t know why you care so much,” Kylee said, walking over to a rack of purses. “All men cheat; even the ones you think don’t, trust me, they do!”

Ja’Nay disagreed with her friend’s last comment. There was no way Kylee was going to convince her that after twenty-four years of marriage her father had ever cheated on her mother. They had the perfect relationship, one she wished her own mother and father had before they’d gotten divorced.

“It’s not that I care, but put yourself in their shoes,” Ja’Nay suggested.

“I don’t wanna put myself in their shoes, ’cause I rock red bottoms and them hoes wear Payless. You feel me?” she asked rhetorically.

Ja’Nay shook her head. She didn’t know what had transpired in her best friend’s life to make her think and act the way she did. She didn’t know if it stemmed from getting everything handed to her on a platter by her father, or the numerous men she ran through who always let her have her way with them. Whatever it was, she sure needed to change her way of thinking and living.

“I don’t give a fuck about them hoes for real!” Kylee said in a raised tone.

“Shhh, calm down,” Ja’Nay said, slightly embarrassed as her best friend caught the attention of some of the other shoppers.

“Calm down my ass! You act like it’s my fault these men cheat on their women. It’s not my fault, it’s their own,” Kylee said angrily.

“How you figure that?” Ja’Nay argued, starting to get upset about the bullshit that had just spilled from her best friend’s mouth.

“Well, if yo’ bitch learn how to satisfy you, there would be no need to fuck wit’ a bitch like me,” Kylee said, pointing to herself. “You see I’m the bitch them niggas come to because I’m that chick who does what ya girl won’t do and get paid swell for doing it!”

“That ain’t nothin’ to brag about.” Ja’Nay frowned.

“I’m not braggin’ about bein’ that bitch. I’m just keepin’ it real!” Kylee stated proudly.

“Don’t you wanna settle down, fall in love, and have a family one day?” Ja’Nay asked.

“Fall in love? Settle down? Have a family? Fuck that! I’m content doin’ me!”

“I guess, man,” Ja’Nay said, feeling like no matter how many years she’d been trying to get through to her friend, there was no use.

“And as long as I’m not fuckin’ yo’ man—which you would never have to worry about ’cause I can’t stand Quann—why should you care about them hoes and their feelin’s? Fuck them hoes and their feelin’s,” Kylee snapped.

Ja’Nay shook her head again and sighed.

“Now, can we finish shoppin’?” Kylee asked, smiling.

“Yes, but I have one more question before we do.” Ja’Nay smiled too.

“Oh my goodness, what now?” Kylee said, exasperated.

“Are you payin’ for my stuff too?” Ja’Nay laughed.

“Girl, you know I got’chu.” Kylee laughed too, as she and Ja’Nay made their way up to the register with all their expensive items being paid for just the way Kylee preferred . . . with someone else’s money.

Kylee was in the living room bumping DJ Khaled’s “Take it to the Head” while working out in front of the TV when her cell phone began to ring. She grabbed the towel off the arm of the chair, and wiped her face before grabbing the remote and turning the music down. Kylee walked over to the end table to retrieve her ringing phone. She looked at the calle. . .