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Chapter Seven

SORAYA ‘YAYA’ CRAWFORD

“Bow. Bow. Bow. Bow”

“Get it sexy. Get it sexy”.

It was our first night here in St. Maarten, and we were turning up.

I was off liquor, and Shai had come with edibles, so I had a few edible skittles, and I was feeling damn good.

Me, and the rest of the ladies that were here had just gotten out of the resort sized pool that was in the backyard of this beautiful mansion that we were staying in.

They’d brought the speakers out, and as Sexxy Red was booming through the speakers, talking about ‘get it sexy’, I was shaking my ass, having a battle with my best friend Milan, who had way more ass than me, but I was keeping up with her.

Phones were out, recording the fun dance session that we were having.

“That’s right, twin. You gotta represent for the little booty bitches,” my twin sister, Shai called out for me, as she had her phone out as well, and she was recording.

Being from Miami, it was like a rite of passage that you had to know how to shake your ass.

That shit was in our culture. Growing up as kids, I remember we would bring the speakers out, and we would make up dance counts with our friends that we had on the block, and we loved to battle with each other, so dancing like this, and having friendly competition of who could shake their ass better was taking it back to my roots.

I danced through the entire song with Milan, and when I was finished, I flopped back down on the empty chair that I had been sitting in, crossed my legs Indian style, and I grabbed what was left in my plastic cup, so that I could finish drinking it.

I needed this damn trip. The timing of Milan’s birthday couldn’t have been better.

Work had been kicking my ass. My clients were on a field day of showing their asses.

The biggest scandal that we were still dealing with was from Autumn, and the crazy remarks that she’d made about the LGBTQ community.

That was a mess that I was still trying my hardest to clean up.

Her album dropped, just as it was set to do, and to be honest, her sales were doing pretty good, but I just know that if that shit never happened on Instagram live, that the sales would have probably tripled.

She was on a press tour right now, promoting her new album, and soon, she was set to go on tour.

As if dealing with that wasn’t enough, a football player that I represented was in the spotlight right now for a domestic situation that his wife exposed, so I was trying to clean that mess up as well.

I was stressed out the ass, and I swear to God, last week, I almost sent a text message to Law, asking him where he was because a bitch needed some dick.

I promise that I’d written the message and everything, but I just didn’t have the balls to press send.

Law has always been easy dick for me. I could be beefing with this man, and if I went for the string on his joggers, or the zipper on his slacks, he would easily give in, but with this tough spot that we were in right now, I didn’t know if he would easily give in, so to save myself the embarrassment, I just didn’t ask.

“Milan, if I didn’t know your ass for as long as I did, I would have sworn that that body was paid for.

That ass on you is so big. It moves like water, so that’s another reason how I know that shit is real,” a woman named Sasha called out.

You know how you had your home girls that you grew up with, maybe even your friends from church, college friends, work friends, and gym friends?

That’s what was going on now as we were all here, celebrating Milan.

A little bit of friends from each of her friend groups had come out.

Sasha was Milan’s gym friend, and the two of them were pretty close.

I’ve grown to have a relationship with Sasha because when Milan would put on little outings, or parties, Sasha would come.

I was one of those friends, where I loved hard, and I wanted to keep my best friend all to myself, and I would be quick to get in my feelings when Milan would hang with new bitches.

I’ve known Milan since we were ten. That’s been my bitch from the moment she walked into my class as the new student in the middle of the school year.

Milan was originally from Brooklyn, New York.

Growing up, she was an only child, and it was just her, and her mom.

Milan told me how her mom just wanted new scenery, and wanted out of New York, which was the reason they relocated back in the day.

Milan’s mom was an ‘it’ girl. I remember as kids, going over to Milan’s house, and her mom, whose name was Lexus, used to have all the designer pieces, she pushed a nice Mercedes, and all the niggas loved her.

She was that girl when she was living in New York, and when she came to Miami, the same thing applied.

I knew that Lexus only dated men with a coin, and with the coin that she would get from them, a lot of it went to Milan, so growing up, Milan was that student that would be in class dripped out in Gucci from head to toe.

She’d taken after her mom’s footsteps, so years later, Milan was that girl as well, and after high school, she never had to work.

She did go to college, and a nigga that she was dealing with at the time, that just been signed to the NFL, had paid her way through college.

Personally, I knew that Milan only took her ass to college so that she could have something to do.

She was smart though, but she was one of those girls, where she always knew that she didn’t want to work.

Her life was funded by niggas, and she was more than taken care of.

This was my best friend, I’ve seen her checking, savings, and what she was in investing in stocks, and just know that the bitch was good for a few lifetimes.

This beautiful, pricy mansion that we were in, and the nice private jet that we’d all flown here in, one of her niggas had funded the trip.

My girl didn’t have to come out of pocket for anything.

There were chefs inside the house that were going to be cooking three meals a day for us.

Milan was having her way, and I loved that for her.

“They accuse me of having a BBL at least twice a month. I have no problem with a woman that wants to lay on a table, and get her body done, especially if she’s doing it as a means of feeling better about herself.

I just never had to lay on one. This ass is home grown,” Milan said, and another one of her friends, Averi, who was sitting right next to her, high fived her.

“I’ve considered ass shots in the past. I used to want a big ass so bad, but with these skinny legs that I have, I would have been walking around here looking botched, so I’m glad that I didn’t go through with it.

All I had to do was get in the gym, and now this ass is poking a little bit,” Shai said, as she was sitting on the arm of the chair that I was in.

Me, and Shai acted like we were in our mother’s womb all over again, and like we couldn’t live without each other.

There were so many empty chairs out here that she could have sat in, but she chose to sit on the arm of mine.

This home that we were in had twelve bedrooms, with more than enough space for each of us to have our own bedroom, but we chose to share a bedroom and sleep in the same bed.

Shai had wrap in her lap, and she was pouring the contents in the wrap, prepared to roll a joint, so that she could smoke. Her, and Milan smoked weed. I’ve done it before in the past, but it really wasn’t my thing. Now, an edible? I’ll take an edible in a second, especially while I am on vacation.

“I wouldn’t even want ass shots on you. You, and Ya have perfect bodies,” Milan responded, staring at me, and my sister.

I’ve never really been insecure of my body.

I did have my phase where I wished that I could have been thicker, especially living in a city where you see big booty bitches all the time, but after having my kids, I did put on a little more weight, and I wasn’t as tiny as I used to be, but then when my daughter died, I lost the weight all over.

Now, I would let Shai drag me in the gym with her, so the weight was coming back.

“What ya’ll ladies want to talk about? Let’s get into an ice breaker.

I’ll go first. When is the last time ya’ll had some really, really good dick?

” Milan asked, changing the subject, and getting right to the point.

Milan was freaked out and would choose to talk about sex at the most random times, so I wasn’t even surprised that she’d done this.

Every woman out here knew this about her, which is why we all started chuckling, and shaking our heads at her question.

“You go first, bitch. You started the topic,” Shai said, reaching over to where the table was behind her, and she grabbed her lighter. Milan looked at her, and she smiled.

“Last night. Well, early this morning. He came over to drop off some money and bring my birthday gifts over. That dick had me speaking in tongue. I sweated out my hair, so this morning, I was calling my hair stylist to fix it for me. Thank God she was able to get me in last minute,” Milan went on.

“What makes a man have good dick to ya’ll though?

Are you basing it off the size? How long he can go?

What?” this was Keondra. Keondra was the sister of a rapper that Milan was always off, and on with.

They became close about three years ago.

Keondra was cool though. I didn’t have any problems with her.