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BILLION DOLLAR Booty Call , page 1
Billion Dollar Booty Call
AN OPPOSITE ATTRACT OFF LIMITS ROMANCE
NYLAH SHANEL
Copyright © 2022 by Nylah Shanel
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Contents
Chapter 1
Jasmine
Chapter 2
Jasmine
Chapter 3
Monty
Chapter 4
Jasmine
Chapter 5
Sasha
Chapter 6
Jasmine
Chapter 7
Monty
Chapter 8
Jasmine
Chapter 9
Monty
Chapter 10
Jasmine
Chapter 11
Monty
Chapter 12
Jasmine
Chapter 13
Monty
Also by Nylah Shanel
About the Author
One
JASMINE
Monty Lloyd was one of Pleasure Island’s most loyal customers, though he went by the name Marcus Bryant whenever he ordered a date.
Every girl sent to him made a good buck and had an even better time. He was such a gentleman, but scared to fall in love. After his ex-wife took off with a bunch of his drugs and money, and left him to take care of their daughter, Monty stuck to expanding his empire and filling his void with escorts.
“Monty?”
Beautiful, tall and skin looking like it’s been kissed by the sun; I greeted him at the doors of an exquisite restaurant. I wore my hair in a short style – just the way he liked – a fancy pink evening gown and the most expensive pair of heels money could buy.
“Jasmine?” he smiled. “Jasmine Webb?”
“That’s me.”
My smile and eyes seemed to have lit up the room for him. It must of been the first time in a long time laying his eyes on such a rare, natural beauty that he grinned as hard as he did. After his ex-wife left, Monty went heavy into grind mode. His main goal was to move his daughter into the suburbs of DC and lock down the hood. That’s exactly what he did. There was never any time for love, until I strutted my stuff and gave him a feeling he thought he would never get the chance to feel again.
“Wow.” He took my hand and twirled me around. “You look amazing tonight.”
“Tonight?” I teased. “You would have to see me every night to really be the judge of that.”
“You’re right.”
Monty couldn’t stop smiling at me. Usually, when he ordered a date for any event, he kept his feelings turned off and focused on the sex. But there was something about me that he just couldn’t resist. Not only was I fine as wine, but my energy must of spoke volumes to him. It gave him a feeling he never thought he would feel again.
I accompanied a lot of rich men to business dinners and family outings, but never a kingpin.
To me, Marcus reminded me of a guy named Monty Lloyd I had heard about; I had no idea I was actually with Thee-Monty Lloyd. My uncle tried his hardest to get me to set him up once upon a time, but I never went through with it. I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to dibble and dabble in those types of illegal activities.
“Shall we?” Monty extended his arm for me to hold on to before entering the building.
“We shall,” I replied.
It was a full moon that night, so I knew it would be a night to remember. The way Monty's eyes scanned my entire figure - like he was searching for the fountain of youth between my thighs - made me warm in my panties, that’s for sure. He was the perfect gentleman; something I had already heard about him from the other girls around the way, but he seemed even sweeter on me.
“Tonight's a special night,” he said. “Long night, if you don't mind.”
“I don't mind,” I smiled. “I heard a little about you already.”
When we got our reserved table, Monty pulled out my chair. I noticed the expensive bottle of champagne chilling on ice when we sat down and knew I was in for a great night.
“Why do you hire women?” I popped the question after Monty took his seat. “It’s none of my business, so you don’t have to answer if I’m being too nosey. But you’re a handsome guy, have a lot going for yourself, you seem a lot more romantic than most of the guys I know. So, what is it?”
He chuckled and reached for the bottle of champagne before answering. None of the women he’d hired before ever asked him anything. Except, maybe, how much money he was willing to spend on them.
“That’s a complicated question,” he replied. “No one’s ever cared to ask me that.”
“Mm. Well, what’s complicated about it? We're both adults and we’re not committed to each other. So?”
He chuckled again. However, I am a rare breed; something Monty could sense right away. I am both, sexy and elegant. I knew how to fit in with his crowd. Most of all, I was smart and asked questions. In his line of work, too many questions – personal questions - were usually off-limits, but because of that feeling I gave him, he went ahead and answered me.
“I was married once,” he said. “Shit went sour with it though. She ran off with another man, took a lot of money that didn’t belong to her, and left me to care for our daughter by myself. After that, I just kind of stayed clear of the whole love thing, but a man still likes to have fun. You know?”
“Quite a story, Marcus Bryant. I would’ve never pictured you to be a single father. A great father, but not a single one. How old is your daughter?”
“She’ll be fifteen soon,” he replied. “I never wanted to become a single father, shit just works out differently than we expect sometimes.”
“Indeed,” I smiled.
Dinner with Monty was a lot different than with my other tricks – as I liked to call them. It felt like we had known each other all our lives and in DC, it was common for all the drug dealers to know the women who were considered bad bitches, because they either tricked off on them in the clubs or went to Pleasure Island to link up. You see, I was never into the club scenes. The only reason I broke down and started working at Pleasure Island was because I needed the money and didn’t want to have to sell my soul to get it. My best friend also owned the place, so whenever there was a big spender on the roster, I always got first dibs.
After he met with his new distro– I assumed – Monty invited me back to his penthouse. It was where he took all the women from Pleasure Island. His daughter was still stuck on her mama coming home someday and he didn’t want to ruin that for her by bringing other women to the home they shared. So, he had his penthouse laid out specifically for that.
“This is absolutely beautiful, Marcus.” I complimented his personal bar as I took a seat. “You got everything in here.”
“Hell yeah,” Monty nodded as he popped the cork on another bottle of champagne.
It was no secret what would occur that night. Truth be told, I was beyond ready to toss my panties off long before we even made it to his place. Usually, I wasn’t the girl who slept with her Johns; I left that up to the other girls. I was the girl men showed off when they wanted to look like a player in front of other men, but for Monty, I was eager to be his personal slut. In the most sensual and exotic way, of course.
After enjoying the entire bottle of champagne, Monty invited me out to his balcony. The view of DC from where his penthouse sat was amazing. It wasn’t New York City or anything, but it was damn near it and I thought it was fly. I had never seen DC from that high up and I was glad my first experience was with Monty.
“You know, I like you, Marcus. You seem like a real cool guy. Some guys I can pick up on the bullshit with right away, but you’re so different. You're not arrogant or disrespectful just because you paid for a bitch, and I can really rock with that. So, tell me, why are you single again?” The look in my eyes made Monty ignore my question. Instead, he slowly strolled over to me and placed an arm around my waist. Gently pulling me in close to him, he looked me square in the eyes and confessed something else. “You give me this weird feeling,” he said, his voice low and deep. “A feeling I haven’t felt in a very long time. A feeling I thought I might never feel again. I know it might sound a little crazy, or you might hear this from every man, but you’re different.”
I fiddled with the hairs on his beard while I checked out his lips. He had the prettiest set of full, plump, lips I had ever seen on a man. My urge to kiss them was stronger than my urge to reply to his compliment, because he was right; I did hear that all the time.
“Marcus,” I tilted my head and smiled at him. “You probably hear this all the time,” she spoke in a mocking tone. “But you are a very gorgeous man. Probably the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in DC.”
“Only in DC, huh?” he chuckled “Well, I guess I can live with that. As long as I’m the only man you see.”
His words forced us into a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that sent chills so fierce down my spine, my dress magically unzipped itself. Monty noticed the slip of my shoulder and gently removed it all the way. When the dress fell to my waist, exposing my braless breast, his green eyes sparkled like the night’s sky in front of them.
My nipples were already perched and screaming for his lips and tongue to caress them. My clit pulsated in my panties,
“Mm,” I squirmed, licking my lips as I caressed the back of his head. “They want more.”
That was his que. After making me step out of my dress completely, Monty took me by the hand and led me to his master suite. When he undressed himself and I saw his rock-hard monster dick sticking straight out for me, my mouth watered.
“Come here,” I fingered him towards my direction. “I wanna taste.”
Monty was in for the trick of his life that night. He and I fucked so long and so hard, he had a flashback of his wedding night. We were so caught up in the moment he even forgot to wrap up like he always did. He didn’t even care. That was just how much of a familiar feeling I gave him.
Instead of going home that night, I stayed the night at Monty’s penthouse. We spent the entire night having round after round of sex, talking about life and how great we felt in each other’s company. For Monty, it was love at first sight.
As for me, well, damn near the same. I was skeptical about guys who slept around with several different women, even if they were as sexy and rich as Monty was. There was no amount of money that could make me trust him. At least, that’s what I told myself.
When I woke up the next morning, to my surprise, I felt rejuvenated. Monty was already gone, but he left a note and a hot breakfast platter on the bed for me. He also left a large tip; something he never did with any of the other girls.
The thought of him trusting me enough to leave me alone in his home was my first thought of the day, until I went into the kitchen and noticed there were surveillance cameras in every corner of the ceiling.
I smiled and playfully shot his cameras the bird as I made my way to the fridge for the mimosa he left for me. His note was very detailed about where I could go to find whatever it was I wanted to find. He didn’t leave a phone number for me to find him though. I thought the receptionist, Eva, at Pleasure Island would be able to just go back in the books and look for his name, but Monty paid big bucks to keep his name out of their system.
Monty watched her walk around his penthouse from his phone. She looked comfortable there; like she belonged, or had been there before. He liked the feeling of her being there so much, he almost broke down and gave Eva his real number for me. However, when he thought of his daughter finding out he paid for sex and dates with beautiful women, it made him sick.
Two
JASMINE
Six months down the line, I lost all connections with Monty. After finding out who he really was and my parents finding out I was working for Pleasure Island, life went downhill for me. On top of that, I found out I was pregnant three months later and had no idea how to get in contact with Monty. When my parents found out I was pregnant and had no idea where to locate the baby’s father, they disowned me. It was hard for me for a while, but the experience morphed me into a woman I never thought I could be. A superwoman.
After a long stint of being on the road doing speaking events for girls and women who lived my same life, I finally returned to the District Of Columbia. My uncle; Gary, was good friends with the mayor and got me linked in. It was more so for their benefit – because my uncle sold drugs and the mayor needed money for her campaign - but I decided to speak anyway. My situation made me see life a lot differently than I did six months prior, and I wanted to be an eye-opener for any woman going through the same thing.
“Ms. Webb, thank you for showing up today.” The mayor smiled a friendly smile even though they both knew why I was there. “Everyone has just about taken their seats in the auditorium, so we’ll get started here in just a minute. How are you?”
The mayor’s eyes were plastered on my large belly. She even looked like she wanted to laugh a little. I was use to the fake and phony in DC; it was part of the reason I left home in the first place.
“I’m fine, thanks.” I smiled, but my smile was also phony.
I didn’t have shit in common with the mayor. Her crookedness and greed for money was the downfall of the city and I knew it all too well. In fact, I knew a lot more than the mayor thought I did – about her relationship with my uncle – I was just good at keeping my mouth shut. Unless I needed to use what I knew for leverage.
When it was time to go on stage, I grew nervous. I always did. It didn’t matter how many times I got in front of thousands of people and spoke my heart out, I always got nervous.
Being back in DC also played a huge part in that, because a lot of the people in the audience were people I probably knew. Or people who knew me.
“Thank you for coming out today, ladies. And gentlemen, if there are any in the crowd.” I spoke to the people with a smile on my face and love in my heart. “A lot of you probably already know me from around the way, but I’m Jasmine Webb, and this is my life.”
After leaving DC to clear my head enough to make one of the hardest decisions in my life, I found myself in more ways than I ever imagined. I became the woman my parents knew me to be, a better friend, and a great soon- to-be mother. In my line of work, I never thought about having kids. Even before I decided to get into escorting, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted kids or not. Being the helping hand to my mother for my younger siblings and cousins took a lot out of me at a young age.
When I found out I was pregnant from Monty, my first thoughts were “Jackpot”. When I couldn’t find him for months after our first encounter, that jackpot started looking real slim. I was afraid of being a single mother. The months kept on rolling by and my belly kept on growing, I decided it was time to grow up and take accountability for the part I played in things.
My decision to keep the baby came after I felt the first kick. Abortion was never an option for me. My mind state was more along the lines of adoption or finding Monty and leaving him stuck with another child. The more I felt her baby grow in my belly, the more in love I fell. Not only with the baby, but with Monty too.
Becoming a motivational speaker was something that came about after a wild night out with some girls I met at a night club. I saw the way they lived and acted out in the nightlife and wondered if people looked at me the same way I looked at them. I was never really the ratchet type, but I had my ways from time to time. The whole ordeal made me sit down and take a real look at myself and the life I grew into. I wanted more than that. It was like an epiphany. Something flashed before my eyes and made me want to wake up and get it together and since my uncle had all kinds of connects with some major people, I asked for his help with starting my own little campaign. At the closing of my speech, there were teary eyes everywhere. I talked about my life; my upbringing, the abuse of my innocence, and ending up pregnant by a man I didn’t even know. My story was so much like a lot of the women in attendance, they had no choice but to feel me. Even the crooked mayor of DC shed a few tears that afternoon.
“Thank you again, Jasmine. Your speech does wonders for the self-esteem and sanity of a lot of women around the world. I know your book is a big help to the community too. So many women can learn from women like you.”
“Thank you, mayor.” I faked a smile in her face. “It’s always a pleasure of mine to speak to women like me. Women from the hood who really have no outreach or resources to quality information these days. I felt like this was my calling, so I hit the ground running and haven’t stopped yet.”
Once my seminar was over and the funds from the mayor was deposited into my already stacked back account, I went on my merry way. I hadn’t seen my bestie, Shanice, in a while and wanted to pop up on her to show off my new belly. The twenty-one questions I knew would follow behind it, wasn’t something I looked forward to. I did miss my girl though. My ride-or-die. The shoulder I cried on plenty times and the one person who had my back through whatever. There was no amount of distance, time, or questions, that could make me stay away from my girl for too long. I missed her.
