Kya 20/20/3

Kya/20/20/3

David Layman

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Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 David Layman

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 1

Hey, wait, not so fast, look, I cannot allow you to do this, so stop! I said, as this big, kind of good looking guy, oh, big frigging shit model dude, South Beach clueless, he like had me pinned against the wall! Shit, trying to like, well, trying to kiss me and like trying to like feel my butt, ass, 'er whatever. I turned my head, my lips away, I didn't want him to kiss me again. I really didn't like it that much at all. His kissing was not so great. I liked girls better.

I glanced around and I didn't happen to see my sister, Brenna. We had come to Club Limelight with a bunch of our girls. Brenna said she needed to get out, to go like dancing and just forget about it. I was okay with it cuz' I loved, like I totally sucked up all the attention I got from all my adoring audience, which, ah hem, oh yeah, it was quite a lot, thank you very much.

See, me, Miss Violet Brisson, miss sickening, like total super model slime, like everyone sucked my ass huge, everyone. Okay, so hey, let's go back to the beginning unless you want to go and read, like, 'er, wait a sec, what was it called? Like, let me think a sec, oh yeah, like Walking Within the Shadows; this like pretty random five book, like series, whatever, some lame ass butt hole wrote about my Gram Annabelle.

Ugh, random is right, if like I can ever lay claim to that ass hole author, I would so tell him off. Kidding, please. He is probably some psycho, like whicker basket frigging case anyhow. But, I did kinda' get into the series, kinda' cool that he did that for my gram. Ugh!

So, listen, here's how it went. Like my Gram Annabelle, I'd heard from her and mostly from her groupies from back in the day about her super duper model shit. She got it going, I guess, pretty immense, okay.

Gram was like kinda' my hero in the sense that she was pretty much visionary. First, I mean, she came from nada, like totally escaped middle class yuck and monotonous to like all the bright lights and all that super flashbulb shit going all off in her face. She, I knew fucking for real that she so despised all the middle class tedium. I mean, who wouldn't? Who goes all with the intention of toiling along, getting so totally in debt, raising a bunch of worthless, sickening, unappreciative, awful fucking brats who would just as leave slit your throat as to have to brush their teeth? So not me, never happening.

You got the picture, I am like quite sure. Anyways, middle class versus super model slime, South Beach versus Ft. Lauderdale, Florida? Please, you go all like up there to my nana and papa's, like I went once or twice so far. Euuh, like, I go to party and to like fuck wit' shit. It is totally all like, they go, Sorry maam, we are all asleep here by eight forty-five. You need to go home and go to bed.

I get friggin' lit and all totally like frustrated when I am at my nana and papa's. It is like, okay, quiet is nice, I like it, at times, but, cemetery quiet is death. Wait, like I am into death too, can I tell you? More later, okay.

Anyways, taking you back to the like club, barf bag cuz' like some total loser male was trying to choke me off. Like, I so needed to get free of this total goon, well, he really wasn't all fully, totally gross. Others told me he was so gorgeous, he was so hung, he was so! But, I didn't particularly like his breath. If you are kissing, or even beginning to go and contemplate like kissing with another, shouldn't the breath thing be the total pre-requisite?

My Mother Kya, and I think my Gram Annabelle, and me, Brenna and the ones coming along shortly, like Alex and Ella Grace, and well, I am thinking Venus, pretty much like all the Brissons and Jackson's, we all craved the good, nice spearmint. You know, clean, so fresh and inviting. Why did this super model f'er not have spearmint breath? Why not? I fully had it, him, not!

Fuck it, me too, like I was so not into his filthy hung or any of that shit. And like him, well, his trying to like get all seriously in my grill, like I was supposed to be all like drooling over him? Please, I drooled over no one, at all. Ever!

Well, so, yeah, whatever, I was dealing with it. I was so not into boys, they pretty much sucked it, but, I suppose this boy was liking me. Why else would he be kissing me and feeling me up? His tongue, I was about to gag and spit. Who could know where that nasty, grotesque tongue had been just seconds before? OMG, get rid of it, cut it out, stuff it, anything, just so, so not in my mouth or anywhere near my genitals.Oh, please! No friggin' way, butt hole.

Look, okay, I knew he thought he was doing me like this huge favor by attending to me. Shit, I would definitely make him eat shit a lot before this or he was all through. If he only knew, like if he only really did know about me. He would totally run and hide, but, okay, too late! Jackie boy was going to feel my wrath, no matter what. Anyone who tried to salivate me, fuck them.

See, okay, for one, like I was like pretty much over six feet six, plus, this like super tall person, six, six, or like six seven, like so, and bare footed. Then, okay, plus my heels and yeah, I towered! Like this boy, Jack, I guess he said, well, he was just not my height but like what the fuck. He didn't care, he said to take my heels off and like what was the big deal anyways cuz' he was like a big boy, super dick model, and muscle-wise. Ugh!

And, I had a suspicious thing that he was also thinking why would it matter in his, or say, like in my bed? Was that like a total blockhead dude or what? I didn't find him to be very smart, especially his breath. A good-looking dumb ass minus the spearmint? I mean, what could be worse?

See, okay, like with any boys, well, even to minimally tolerate them, like I also wanted them a little taller than me, not my same height, okay. If I wore my prostitute heels, I needed a guy that was like eight feet tall or something.

If it was like a girl, like a girl who kinda' liked me, those that I liked, then I didn't really care one way or the other, whether they were taller, I meant. Most girls were smaller, I was, as I'd heard, like way tall. But, I loved it, like when we went out and hung, like tonight, and these girls would be all like up at me, in my face, short or no.

The boys, naw, not really, I mean I really didn't like kissing them that much. Violet Attention Magnet Brisson, yup, me in the full bright, neon lights. Bulbs all flashing, going all off; I was so conceited and sickening. Arrogance rules!

Any of like these girls, I could so dominate, ridiculous, no real challenge, but like kick butt. I'd be all like leaning way down, like way down, and they would be all up on their tippy-toes trying to even the playing field a little bit. Yeah, so how was that happening, anyways?

I'd be all leaning, over, down and everything, like they'd be doing whatever to make some attempt to impress me. But, most around South Beach already knew me, who I was, like from like my gram, Miss Annabelle Jackson, and like my mom, Kya Brisson. Oh, and there were a lot of others, too, my sis, Benna, like my greatie, my Auntie Sicilia, blah, blah. We, all of us like filthy rich and hot, and super models who knew all about it!

Starting off, so, I guess in their day mom and gram and all, like they totally ruled South Beach, and probably beyond. Oh, and as I'd said, before, gram, the visionary, she came up with the most radical plan. You heard? If not, let me briefly say, to make human boys, men, any of the above, into like farm animals. Who wouldn't love to do that!My hero, gram, she totally rocked.

So, yeah, like we were all pretty rich, super model slime, at least up to me. I like thought about it, I tried it, and I decided I'd hold my nose and proceed? Why not, they like paid me a k zillion dollars to look like I needed sex now. Sensuous, lascivious, lewd, dripping, wet, whatever. I'd heard all the so disgusting adjectives, all that shit. What a freaking joke. But, remember, I got tons of attention on those slimy shoots and that made all the difference. People got off on staring, I got off, too!

Sure, they were all saying my eyes, green, so much looking like some Japanese chick, only I think I was a total Caucasian. Just that my psycho mom, Kya, she had this like chick that was all hooked up inside her brain and who knows where else! Well, she, this Krystal chick, she made me up out of this Gram Mabel, from like Fernandina Beach. Well, I am saying I am not quite so sure about any of that. But, I thought that was what I'd heard. Whatever.

And, thing was, my mom, let's do this and get it out of the way, See, if you kept up on your reading and shit, you'd know all this. Read like, the series, okay; Walking Within the Shadows, and like, Kya20/20 and Kya/20/20/2. So, it might go easier for us if you'd go back and read them. Then, I could move ahead. Go back and read them, if you have time.

Anyways, my Mother Kya, she like always freaks out over Japanese, okay. She should have been Japanese. Please, ninja bandits, I wished I could be one. And, Japanese chicks made me crazy, too, they did! I wanted to hook up, with say, like Japanese Candace, like Japanese Adriana's younger sister, she rocked. I was funneling my brain waves her way, she came to me and said, "Well, Violet, I loved your supposed mother so much that I kinda' am now a little burned out on Brissons. And, you are beyond totally gorgeous, you have everything, and I doubt you would want to make it exclusive. I do, I mean, you make me crazy already, but I think it would go more like your mom. So, let's not go there quite yet."

Anyways, I think mom had her magician, this Krystal chick kinda' go and like add me a dash of Japanese Sushi to my look. I mean, I dug Japanese, too, so, if that was how it went; cool! I was all good with it.

So, my point, I had this frigging look, a little dash of Asian to enhance, and the photo modeling mutts went like off. "Your eyes, they are the most gorgeous of all! Slanted, green, tinged, like huge, made my nose look good, so they said. I was like okay with that. A nose, it is important, it leads, to a degree.

And, okay, so they'd said my skin was as about as perfect as they'd ever seen. A perfect shade, and for whatever reason, sure, perfect for the photo shoots. So, okay, like I wanted to hear about my body, too! Like, was everyone craving it, too? Tell me! I craved to hear! But, I thought there was maybe a slight bit of fear to speak about any of that cuz' of mom and granddaddy Johnathen Simone, the crocodile killer whale shark lawyer who specialized in stoking fear in those maggots called photographers who wished to shoot me totally bald and all spread-eagled! I am saying, if asked, I might just do it! Why not, have to be titled, Miss Violet Brisson, Prostitute. Oh hell yeah!

So, saying, my Brenna tried it some, the modeling thing. She said it was hilarious when they said to look all sensuous and seductive, and this and that about showing more of her you know what. She just couldn't; she'd be all laughing and telling those photo rags to go shove it. Yet, somehow, she just seemed to work out okay. That was mainly cuz' Brenna was maybe even more vain and sickeening than me. She said everyone desired her!

Me, like on the other hand, oh yeah, I rocked it, like letting the towel or cover, whatever, kinda' like slip all down. I'd hear maybe a kind of gutteral Baboon noise, maybe guys, more for the girls, I loved to see them staring at my forbidden. Fine, so then, allowing for a nice few moments, I'd snicker, sexual drippings, I noticed, and sensed the full-blown salivation thing going on. Funny!

Them, okay drooling, and me lusting, and I'd then laugh and let it drop off. Like, a nicer view for them. I'd have forgotten my like non-existent, like wash cloth sized bathing suit and they'd come running. Funny!

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Okay, let me go though the club scene now. Apologize for going off on my ridiculous tangents, but, like I am ADD, O/C, a freak and lit, so sorry. If you are going to continue to capture all of this, at least act a little bit interested and bear wit' me, But, promise, I will not be boring, not yet, anyways.

So, here goes. Club Limelight. I was all getting groped, okay, like standing there, Miss Dumb Butt! I glanced around and now I saw Brenna, there she was, like watching us. She had stopped walking, she was all staring. I stared, she certainly knew I was needing to get outa' there. She walked up, kind of sauntering up and she stopped and tapped my big hung Jack on the shoulder.

Brenna goes all, Hey buddy, hey buddy boy, you got hold of my sis's tight ass. I am the only one who has the liberty of doing that. She is gay, a total, total lesbian. Her girlyfriends and I, well we are all giving you and her the evil one. I think you should let her go.

This Jack boy was all like putting Brenna doll on like total ignore. That wouldn't last too long. He tried to kiss me again and I turned my head slightly, a light giggle. I was all saying, Ooh, hey, whatever. My head is spinning, I think he did like a rape kind of druggie into me somehow.

This Jack boy leaned in closer, I mean, I was up over him, but did he care? He goes all, Look, Miss Dumb Ass, I need nothing to have it with you. I have my choice, whoever I want. Shut the fuck up or I might move off! This is your lucky moment!

Brenna moved closer, Okay, I warned you.

Brenna quickly kicked the back of Jack's leg, like behind his knee. This big, super hung, super model with the sheen on his face, he buckled, but he held onto me, and he bellowed out, Fucking bitch!

Jack was wincing and seething, as he quickly turned, What the fuck? You might think you are this big fucking deal, a Brisson, but you mean shit to me. You, oh, I've heard about you and all, your frigging bagged out mother. Fuck you. You think you own this town. I am going to see to it that things change quick! South Beach, sorry, but not the Brisson domain any longer!

Brenna stepped back, "Let her go now. I barely tapped you, but you will feel me for real