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  DAISY JONES

  By MACKMAMA

  StarStatus Publishing

  Presents

  DAISY JONES

  BY

  MACK MAMA

  Star Status Publishing

  P.O Box 237

  Derby Ct 06418

  www.starstatuspublishing.com

  www.mackmamaworld.com

  Published on Smashwords

  Daisy Jones

  Copyright 2011 by Mack Mama

  Smashwords Edition, License Notes

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This story is a work of FICTION the celebrity names that are mentioned in the content of the story are real names and public domain. The situations are all fiction and purely based on the authors imagination.

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  Designed by Dashawn Taylor

  Typesetting: HotBookCovers.com

  Editor

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  Dedication

  I dedicate this book to my daughter Velvet G.Washington. All my energy is focused on earning your respect and admiration.

  I love you and I want you to know that your mom will never stop reaching for the stars, my entire reason for wanting a great life is so I can provide you with the best education, and a wonderful childhood. I want you to be so much more than I am or Daisy Jones.

  To all the young girls in the world who think that using their bodies and physical attributes will “put them on,” you will discover through reading Daisy Jones that being a gold digger ‘ain’t what you think. I dedicate this story to you.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I want to thank God in all of his infinite glory for giving me talent that in itself is a gift. Thanks for giving me the strength to persevere after all of the trials and tribulations I have experienced in my life.

  I want to thank my best friend Queenie for always wanting more for me than I wanted for myself. I want to thank my sister Raquele for always believing in me and being the best lil sister on earth. I want to thank Kenya “Sparkles” Williams for supporting me and being my angel; love you to death. Thank you Cheryl “Goldie” Samuels for everything. I can always count on you, although we argue like cats and dogs, our bond is unbreakable. Love you to the death. Thanks for being you, Margaret “Poochie” Monroe. You have been down with me like four flats since the Albion days - love you.

  I want to thank Alfred “Shaborn” Adams for embracing me as a fellow author and a friend; thanks for all the jewels that you gave me about the publishing game. Also for letting me sell your amazing books thru my company’s catalog.You wanted nothing from the sales but for me to profit and for that unselfish act I pledge my love and loyalty forever.

  I want to thank Dashawn Taylor for another amazing cover and all your advice about the publishing world. You are the best!

  Thank you Derrick “Bush” Hamilton for constantly rallying for my movement and in return I will do the same for yours. FREE “DERRICK HAMILTON”, Sherm the Worm I love you and will always be there for you brother. Thank you Shaquell for the constant encouragement, love you bro. Miz you are such a talented writer, “G BANKS” is phenomenal as are all your books BISHOP the movie coming soon…

  Thanks Monique “Mo Mo B” Bunting for your constant support and being you. I always say I wish I could sprinkle some Mo Mo B dust on all the women in the world; you are a real chick. Love you. You gave me an awesome interview on blog talk. Kareem “Berry” you are so sweet and a real gentlemen thanks for the constant support. Thanks Joe Ugly - I told you I would acknowledge you (smile) you gave me one of the best interviews on the net.

  To Marina Mills I hope you are home by the time this book is released because you have been locked up far too long. I respect your constant battle for your freedom and love your loyalty and devotion to all things Mack Mama thanks for always repping your girl!

  Keep your head up Joseph “Mighty” Jackson I miss you boo!

  To Tom C. can’t wait to you raise up outta your situation and shine like the star you are they ain’t ready! Thanks to all of my supporters who purchased “Tales of an Original Bad Girl”.

  Special thanks to Latoya Foote, my rude gal, you soon come home! And Jamaica here we come. Thank you, Candy and St Croix Virgin Islands for showing me so much love. Thanks, to my blog talk folks for always showing me love, and giving me some dope interviews about my books. Thanks to Lisa Everts for having me on Street Soldiers Hot 97 what a great discussion “Gold diggers v Good Girls” S/O to Tionna Smalls and her #BossChickSorority, Special thank you to Dr .Michael Miller meeting you changed my perception of life your book was awesome and inspiring. Last but never least special thanks to Jacob Drake you are the bomb at editing and formatting I truly appreciate your professionalism, turn-around time (the quickest I’ve ever dealt with) and such a great spirit. I sure know how to pick ‘em. You are the best Smashwords has to offer!

  Last but not least I thank myself for never giving up regardless how many times I felt like getting my Daisy Jones on. I stayed focused and used my brains instead of my body.

  It’s hard when you are a sex symbol and famous in your mind and men tempt you with lavish gifts and money, to remain with your integrity intact. I love being an independent woman, because at the end of the day the struggle makes you appreciate the success so much more! (The sex symbol and famous in my mind reference is not conceit, but aware of my potential; don’t confuse the two. I’m as humble as I can be; those who know me will vouch for that. So don’t trip! ;-)

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  My autobiography “Tales of an Original Bad Girl” was my first book and since its arrival into the literary world has been a huge seller. If you want to know who I am and where I came from make sure you purchase TOAOBG from any online retailer or get the paperback version which includes 116 pictures, 52 which are in color and the 16 track soundtrack for 20.90 from www.starstatuspublishing.com

  TALES OF AN ORIGINAL BAD GIRL

  Some say I was a female gangster, others say I was a professional thief. I say I am a woman who overcame the hell of 13 years in prison, domestic abuse and betrayal.

  I witnessed my mother die from the AIDS virus when I was 16 and she was 36. As a result of that pain I became a vicious, bitter girl that lashed out violently, shooting or slashing anyone who betrayed me.

  I was insane and suffered from the pain of abandonment; my mom chose drugs to cope with having the AIDS Virus and it ultimately destroyed me and her. I have since healed and matured into a career driven woman.

  I am an entertainer, song writer, lyricist and business woman currently pursuing success in the literary field as an author and publisher. I share my story in hopes of helping the youth that are involved in the streets. I want them to use my mistakes and learn from them and say “If Mack Mama can change so can I.”

  I also want the ladies and gent
lemen who are released from prison to have their priorities in order and become entrepreneurs. If you can’t get hired because of your criminal background, become your own boss; find what you are good at and capitalize off of it. God has blessed each of us with individual talent; use the time to find your gift.

  Blessings - Mack Mama

  To learn more about Mack Mama visit www.mackmamaworld.com

  To purchase her autobiography visit www.starstatuspublishing.com

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  CHAPTER 1

  “Bitch where my thongs at?” yelled Daisy, startling her best friend Angel out of her sleep. “Wake up ho and help me find my rhinestone Victoria Secret thongs I just bought. I hope you didn't put your big ass in them!” ranted Daisy as she tore up her panty drawer searching for her thongs.

  “Leave me ‘lone beech I just got to sleep. I’ve been twirling my ass all night at Magic’s and you bothering me ‘bout a funky-ass thong,

  “Beech ‘pleez,” snarled Anjel in her thick southern accent.

  Daisy giggled and continued to look for her sexy thongs. She had a hot date with the richest dude in Atlanta and she had to have on her diamond studded thongs. They were special because they were shaped like a daisy flower complete with the yellow colored rhinestone in the center of the flower. She had the cutest hip-hugging BeBe jeans that matched the thongs. The jeans had a hand drawn rose with ruby red stones embellishing the design down the front of the right leg. She planned to rock a white Vickie push up bra with cute little daisy’s decorating the satin finish with the outfit.

  Daisy had luscious 36c’s and she planned to let her girls show. She wasn’t going to cover up her sexy bra with a shirt, not with her washboard flat stomach. Buffie the body had nothing on Daisy Jones, her measurements were 36, 26, 42 and she had a heart-shaped ass that stopped traffic. She was definitely stacking and she knew it and used her sexy frame to her advantage. That night she was going out with Young Chio, the hottest rapper on the market representing the dirty south. Daisy had been scheming on him for months and she finally managed to get in his latest video that; was all it took for him to notice her. Daisy owed it all to her best friend Anjel, who was an exotic dancer at Magic City, the most popular strip club in Atlanta. It was well known that Magic’s had the finest women in the south dancing there, so when rappers needed some ‘bootilicious eye candy’ that’s where they went.

  Daisy didn’t work there, but Anjel would ‘holla at her when they wanted girls for videos, so when Anjel called Daisy and told her about Chio’s video Daisy was ecstatic. She had been trying to get at Young Chio for a minute. She had just left Star Status Styles her favorite beauty salon and one of the hottest shops around; all the girls from Atlanta’s housewives reality show went there and any given day you could bump into a celebrity. Fresh from a spa treatment she rushed to the mansion in Decatur, Georgia where the video was being shot. Daisy knew the directions by heart, because all the entertainers used different mansions in that area for their videos. The beautiful estates were rented and showcased in videos and on MTV cribs. Daisy stayed abreast of all the hot spots always on the hunt for a potential "vic” (victim) a baller, hot boy or her personal favorite, a rapper. Rappers were so dumb it wasn’t funny; they were all the same, self- absorbed, arrogant and a sucker for a fat ass. Not necessarily a pretty face, but if you had a big booty and juicy tits you could manipulate the best of them. All it took was a little game, which Daisy Jones had plenty of; she played dumb, but whoever fell for that act was a goner. All she had to do was flash her big green eyes, which to her benefit were the real deal. When a guy asked her if she had contacts she would smile seductively and purr “Everything on Daisy Jones is real baby!” That was her slogan guaranteed to wrap any man around her finger, from the play it cool baller that normally acted aloof, to the over anxious playa whose only agenda was to get into her panties.

  They all wanted a piece of Daisy and she knew how to benefit from their lust. What made her unique was the fact that as sexy and provocative as she appeared she was still a virgin. That was what made her so special, she was only sixteen, but she was extremely mature and intelligent enough to know the value of her virginity. She had zero tolerance for a cheap ‘nigga or a broke one. Her mama instilled gold digger values in her from an early age. Mama Jones also made her realize that holding out and not giving away her most prized possession was the key to the goldmine.

  Daisy watched her mother make the mistake of getting knocked up six times and vowed she would never allow the possibility of an accident. No man was going to pump his load in her and mess up her goldmine. “No babies for Daisy” was her motto and she stood by it. On the other hand she knew she had to give something up eventually, especially when the gifts were lavish. The likelihood of a man continuing to spoil her if she didn’t put up something was very rare. There were too many other girls around willing to ‘skeez and please. So she practiced and perfected the art of oral sex. She could suck a cock better than the infamous Super head and Heather Hunter combined. She learned her techniques from hours of watching and studying Porn DVD’s. She practiced on pop bottles and bananas and mastered deep throating on a green, nine inch long plantain.

  She sucked a BMW out of her last conquest a young baller named Anthony Davis. He signed to the NBA for a record breaking fifty million, seven year deal and Daisy met him two weeks after he signed his deal. Within a month she had him wrapped around her little pinky. He was so caught up by her magnificent head game that he bought her a two passenger, custom painted, pink BMW with a matching pink Chanel bag. The car was hot and she had her eye on the purse for a while. It was an exclusive piece and very hard to obtain.

  The waiting list was infinite but Anthony made it happen. His manager called Chanel’s corporate office and had two of the treasured bags shipped to him for the whopping cost of seven thousand. He gave one to Daisy and sent one to his mom. Daisy loved a powerful man that called the shots; nothing made her mouth water more. After she made sure that her Beemer was in her name and fully paid for she decided to end the affair. The poor guy was devastated. He really thought she loved him. He soon discovered that Daisy was only sixteen and while he was only twenty five, he was definitely sleeping with a minor, a fact that she decided to point out to him when he kept pushing her to have sex with him.

  That was a major turn off. She figured he should have been satisfied with the blazing oral she gave him. She even gave him a treat the night he surprised her with the car - she swallowed. She only drank when there was "major bank" another motto she lived by, but that wasn’t good enough for him; he had to mess up everything up by annoying her for some pussy cat.

  “Stop nigga, I told you I’m a virgin. Damnnnnn!” screamed Daisy, highly irritated.

  “But ma, I love you. What a ‘nigga ‘gotta do to show you I’m real? You can trust me. I won’t hurt you. As good as I treat you don’t I deserve to be your first?” he pleaded with all the sincerity in the world and his best game face.

  “Hell No! You ‘ain’t worthy just because you gave me that Beamer. I’m supposed to hop on your dick?” before he could reply she yelled

  “Hell No! I ‘Ain’t No Ho. I’m Daisy Jones, the only chick that you ‘ain’t never ‘gonna bone.” She was so angry she bust a rhyme on his ass.

  Anthony was flabbergasted. He wanted to smack the shit out of her for dissing him like that. No chick had ever talked to him with such blatant disrespect.

  Even before he signed his deal he was very popular with the ladies. He wasn’t an ugly dude; at least he didn’t think so. He was 6’9”, dark skinned, African black, as his ‘homies like to call him when they playfully traded insults. It didn’t bother him none because he had a supersized twelve inch dick that was just as black and the ladies loved it. He knew if he could get Daisy to let him hit it one time she would be sprung and all his.

  He felt so hopeless because he had no control over her and she had him open off her phenomenal oral sex. Emotionally and physically she sucke
d him into submission. He had received head from the best freaks around, but no one made him feel like Daisy Jones. She brought the bitch out of him when she breathed on his manhood. “Damn!” he sighed “If I didn’t love this bitch I would shit on her.” But he knew he would never ‘diss her; she had him fucked up.

  “Anthony, I have something to tell you.” Daisy’s tone changed dramatically. She was in serious mode.

  “Oh no!” he thought “Don’t tell me this chick is sick and that’s why she won’t let me hit it.”

  “What’s up ma? You can talk to me about anything,” he assured her, silently praying he couldn’t catch the monster from her mouth.

  “I’m only sixteen,” declared Daisy proudly with no shame in her game.

  “Huh?” Anthony was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe this bombshell that had been sucking his dick like a professional for the last four weeks was only a kid. “Cut the jokes Daisy” he willed her to admit that she was just playing so his heart could start beating again.

  “It’s no joke honey, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m underage and it’s illegal to fuck me,” she stated bluntly. “Matter fact sucking you off is a major sodomy no-no, but I won’t tell if you won’t,” she teased evilly. She wanted Anthony to shit his pants thinking about losing his million dollar endorsement deals and the headlines on the newspaper if the media got a whiff off his relationship with an underage girl. “ANTHONY DAVIS ARRESTED FOR STATUTORY RAPE OF A MINOR”. Old boy would be ruined, she thought. “Oh well!”