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  Full Figured 11:

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  Treasure Hernandez and Katt

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  “Lights, Camera, Action!” - Treasure Hernandez

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  How Does It Feel? - Katt

  Braylin

  Nayla

  Judea

  Braylin

  Nayla

  Judea

  Braylin

  Nayla

  Braylin

  Palmer

  Nayla

  Judea

  Braylin

  Nayla

  Judea

  Nayla

  Judea

  Nayla

  Braylin

  Nayla

  Epilogue

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  “Lights, Camera, Action!”

  Treasure Hernandez

  Prologue

  The shoot was over, and Janiyah was happy that she had completed another successful session. She was proud to be a full-figured model, and proud that she was able to put big girls in a position to compete with skinny women in the modeling industry. As she sat in a chair, unwinding from the shoot, she looked at the photographer. He was going through the pictures and putting everything together.

  He noticed Janiyah watching him. “Janiyah, you want to see the pics?”

  She didn’t waste any time. She jumped up and walked to where the photographer was standing. The photographer scrolled through the viewfinder on the Canon t3i DSLR camera. She was pleased to see various poses of her enjoying life in a black one-piece bathing suit, with and without the summer skirt. She was equally pleased with the way her strappy black Jimmy Choo sandals elongated her legs.

  “You think I can use one or two of them for my Web site?” she asked. She didn’t want to show all of the pictures before the ad appeared in Ashley Stewart, but she figured she’d tease them on Instagram.

  “Janiyah, I wish I could, but you know if Ashley Stewart knew I let you post one of these pictures before it appeared in their catalog, you and I would be in trouble.” The photographer saw the look of despair in Janiyah’s eyes. “You know I’m telling the truth.”

  Janiyah did know he was telling the truth, and she didn’t want to jeopardize her valuable relationships with all of the clothing designers and retail stores. She was one of the most recognized models who showcased full-figured clothing. People sought her all around the world. She definitely didn’t want to lose any of those accounts and the money she earned from them. Janiyah was well aware that she didn’t have to work. Her husband Gun was a very successful “businessman.” He made a very good living being a major drug supplier in his hometown, and he gave Janiyah anything her heart desired. Although Janiyah appreciated everything he did for her, she considered herself an independent woman and had vowed a long time ago to never depend on a man’s income. She let Gun spoil and give her the finer things in life, but she still made sure to make her own money. The pay made it possible for her to treat herself or Gun and be proud that she did it with her own earnings. It also made it possible for her to have money saved for a rainy day. In case Gun was ever locked up or killed, she would be prepared.

  Janiyah and Gun were an unlikely pair, coming from such different worlds, but from the first day they met, it was love at first sight. Gun referred to that day as the day the beast met his beauty. Most people assumed she would marry another model or some rich billionaire, but Janiyah was in love.

  Janiyah looked at the rest of the pictures, and she was definitely pleased that she was going to have another stunning appearance in the Ashley Stewart catalog. Once the pictures hit the catalog, Janiyah would send out the page numbers to family, friends, and followers so they could look out for her. She couldn’t one-hundred percent claim that she was the sole reason some of the clothing designers had sales, but she felt she had some hand in raising interest in the clothes she modeled. Besides, she liked the fact that she proved that big girls can wear whatever anyone else wears.

  Janiyah said her good-byes and headed to her dressing room. She opened the door, and the scent of lavender and jasmine incense were still in the air. She took a deep breath, and the aroma calmed her spirit. Janiyah had it good to be able to have a dressing room set up the way she liked. She leaned down, unbuckled her sandals, and slid them off. Then she brought her arm in front of her, stuffed her hand down her shirt, and unsnapped her bra, releasing her breasts into much-needed freedom.

  She hopped into a chair. It felt good to be off her feet. Janiyah admired her legs as she lifted them off the ground, wishing that her husband was around to massage her feet. As she closed her eyes, she relaxed and took in a deep breath. Without warning, she felt a hand around her throat, and her chair leaned back. Save for her quick grip on her assailant’s arm, she would have fallen out of the chair.

  “I see we meet again.” The voice of her attacker startled her.

  Janiyah looked up and was face to face with a pair menacing eyes. He had on a black ski mask that covered almost his entire face. His eyes were the only thing visible. He was a buff man, probably about twice her size. Janiyah immediately knew she wouldn’t stand a chance trying to fight her way from the tight grip he had on her.

  He lifted her out of the chair and pushed her back into the corner.

  “Scream and I’m gonna push your teeth down your throat,” the man threatened.

  For her safety, Janiyah complied and kept silent. Her body stiffened. She could feel something poking her. Before she was able to identify what it was, the sound of a belt coming undone caused her alarm. Janiyah looked down to see the man’s pants around his ankles, his member pulsating and aiming at her.

  The attacker’s hand ran up her skirt and pushed the bottom of her bathing suit to the side. He looked her in the eyes as he ran his slender fingers up and down the
crevice of her vagina. He teased, pushing part of a finger in at a time. “Damn, that’s nice and wet.”

  “Would you please . . .” Janiyah begged.

  “Naw, baby girl. Time to pay up,” he insisted as he worked at ripping the bathing suit from Janiyah’s body. He used his newly lubricated hand to rub Janiyah’s juices on his member. “Dick teasing me all these years . . . you oughta know that shit ain’t cool.”

  Janiyah had no idea what the man was talking about. For starters, she had no idea who the man even was. For him to say she’d been teasing him for years was even more perplexing. She had never been the type to flirt with men, especially since she’d been with Gun. She would never disrespect her husband like that.

  With a little force, he ripped the bottom of her bathing suit. Then a finger slipped inside of Janiyah and found her clitoris. He rubbed it softly, moaning as his fingers slid from side to side. “Yeah, I knew it’d feel nice and warm down there.”

  Janiyah had to think fast. She refused to become a victim of rape, especially after standing all day and working a job she loved. An object rubbed against her breast, and she remembered that it was the pen she had used earlier in the day to sign her contract. As the man was worried about taking proper precautions and sheathing himself with the latex glove, Janiyah worked to figure out how she was going to get the pen out of her cleavage without alarming him.

  She glared into his eyes again. The tip of his head was getting closer, and while she squeezed her vaginal muscles to refuse entry, she lifted her right leg up and wrapped it around his legs for support.

  “Oh, you like this, don’t you? You ready for this big dick?” he questioned.

  “Yeah,” Janiyah moaned breathlessly. She kept her eyes on her target as he worked to get inside her. Janiyah took her chance and wrapped her left arm around his neck.

  “Girl, if you wanted me to pick you up, you should’ve said something.” The man crouched down and lifted Janiyah.

  Janiyah used the opportunity to wrap her other leg around his waist, and before the tip of his penis could invade her any further, Janiyah quickly reached for the pen with her right hand and stabbed him in the shoulder area right near his throat.

  “Aaaaggghhh!” He screamed and struggled to breathe as Janiyah pulled out the pen and stabbed him again. He grabbed Janiyah by her left arm and threw her like a rag doll across the room.

  Janiyah felt her body slam against the wall, shattering the silver-rimmed mirror that hung on it. She felt shards of glass fall onto her as she collapsed to the floor. All she could do was put her head into her chest and shield herself with her arms as pieces of glass landed all around her.

  “This ain’t over, bitch!” she heard from across the room. On instinct, Janiyah reached for a shard of glass from the broken mirror. She could hear more glass breaking as he came closer to her. As soon as she felt him just a few inches away, Janiyah lunged at the man.

  “Die, motherfuckeeeer!” She screamed as she turned around and plunged the broken piece of glass into his chest with all her might. She was completely taken aback when she realized the man she’d stabbed was her photographer and not her assailant. She watched her photographer fall back and struggle to breathe. She scanned the room for the man in the ski mask, but he was gone. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. She felt the entire room begin to spin. She looked down at her bloodied hands and couldn’t stop herself from shaking. Just then, a security man ran into the room.

  “Oh my God!” he exclaimed when he saw the photographer on the floor, blood spewing from his chest. “What did you do?” he said as he looked up at Janiyah.

  “I–I–I don’t know,” she stammered. “He tried to rape me! He was touching me!” Janiyah began hyperventilating, and a full anxiety attack ensued. The security guard called 911 as he tried to calm Janiyah down and keep an eye on the wounded photographer.

  The police finally arrived, and Janiyah was still in a daze. In an unexpected turn of events, the police cuffed her and sent the photographer to the hospital. She protested and told them a man had come into the dressing room and tried to rape her, but they ignored her pleas. As they escorted her from her dressing room to the back of the cop car, Janiyah was so filled with adrenaline she struggled to tell right from left. They took her to the hospital to clean her up from the cuts and the bruises, all the while keeping her in handcuffs.

  After the cops took a look at the surveillance cameras, they learned that she was telling the truth about a man in a ski mask. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much they could do to track the man down except hold onto to his DNA as evidence, in case they ever had a suspect.

  Even under the circumstances, the photographer chose to press charges against Janiyah for stabbing him.

  In the back of her mind, Janiyah tried to make sense of everything that had happened, and how she was going to get out of the mess she was in.

  Chapter One

  Two Years Later

  Janiyah lay back in her bunk and opened the letter that had just been handed to her by the CO. She loved getting these letters. It was the only contact with the outside world that she got. Gun wasn’t able to visit as often as they both would have liked. Considering his situation, he didn’t feel comfortable coming around prisons or any kind of law enforcement. Janiyah could feel her heart almost skip a beat from the excitement of reading Gun’s letter.

  The time is coming, baby. I’m never gonna stop looking for the motherfucker that tried to rape you. He’s gonna pay for all the pain and suffering he put you through. When I find out who it was that did that to you, I will personally get in his ass and royally fuck him up and make sure I see him take his last breath. But let me not keep writing about that. Don’t want your CO trippin’.

  At that moment, Janiyah looked around her cell then hopped up to see where the COs were. Surely they had read the letter her husband had written. Since no one had confiscated the letter or pulled her in for questioning, she knew that whichever CO was scanning the letter wasn’t on their job today.

  Or they just didn’t care.

  Anyway, you know I’m still gonna hold you down just like you held me down—always putting up with all my shit. We’re in this for life, and nothing is ever going to change that. I’m always gonna look out for you.

  And I’m going to that support group. You always hear about women looking out for their men on lockup, but guess what? It’s a number of dudes holding it down for their females out here, too. I got you, babe. I’m not going anywhere. I told you seven years ago when we got married that I was never gonna leave your side, and I meant that. I promise while you’re in there, I’m still gonna be working hard so that when you get out, you have nothing to worry about. I got my soldiers doing overtime to increase sales and get our paper up.

  I still can’t believe they found you guilty and gave you three years. I mean, it’s not like you really stabbed him on purpose. You thought he was somebody else. Anybody woulda made the same mistake. It’s a messed-up justice system. Shit just ain’t right.

  Anyway, stay strong while you’re in there. I’ma put more money in your commissary so you can get all that feminine shit y’all be using to stay pretty. I know my bae always likes to look on point. LOL.

  Stay on top of your game and fuck them bitches if they come at you crazy. You know they’re just jealous. Remember, you was a model before you got in this motherfucker, and you still my number one plus-sized model when you get out.

  Love you, baby

  Gun Wade

  Janiyah loved that Gun had such a deep love for her. He always made her feel like a queen regardless of any situation, whether good or bad. With her being locked up for the last couple of years, most men would have left her already, but Gun had stuck by her through everything. He sent letters every week, and always made sure she had everything she needed.

  Jainyah loved her husband, and after seeing how committed and loyal he was to her, she loved him even more for it. A tear fell from Janiyah’s eye when she t
hought of Gun’s love and dedication to a sista locked up. Most dudes would have their things inside the first broad walking, but he wasn’t that type of man. Their relationship was much deeper than that. Gun loved her, and she loved him back. She missed her husband terribly. Many times, she lay in her bunk reminiscing about the things they used to do together. She missed being able to hold his hand and cuddle up with him in bed, laying her head on his chest. She missed their weekly Monday Netflix and chill ritual.

  There were days she found herself wishing to wake up in her own bed and learn that the last two years hadn’t really happened. She hoped to God that this had all been a bad dream. With her having one year left, the best thing for her to do was to stay out of trouble and keep herself busy to pass the time. She couldn’t wait to get back to her man and the life she was forced to walk away from.

  Janiyah reached under her mattress and took out her notepad to begin writing her response to Gun. It was five minutes before she began writing. She had to get her mind in a really good place before she dropped any ink on the sheet. She was running out of paper, and she wouldn’t be able to re-up until the following week, so this letter needed to count. She began spilling her thoughts on paper.

  Just as she was getting into a groove, the door burst open and a CO she didn’t recognize rushed into the room. As she sized up the bullish-looking chick, Janiyah’s senses tightened, and she got the feeling that the she-man was nothing but trouble.

  “Wade, strip!” she ordered as another CO entered the room and began turning the cell upside down.

  Complying, Janiyah removed her tan khakis and shirt quickly. She kept her eyes on the CO who was grilling her, as she quickly shoved her state-issued pants and bloomers to the ground.